Wanda switched to a new torment. For the moment, she stopped tickling his balls, and stroked the feather up and down his highly sensitive shaft. The gentle touch of the feather was unbearably pleasant. His balls still tingled from the tickling. Up and down she stroked, around the underside of the head of his c**k, back down the shaft. Unconsciously he moved his hips, trying to hump against the feather. In his state, even the gentle, nearly nonexistent stimulation was enough to drive him crazy with pleasure. His eyes glazed over as he gave himself up to the stroking feather. A pearly drop of pre-come oozed from the head of his c**k, and the feather spread it around. Wanda studied him carefully while the other two girls looked on. Angela’s mouth was open slightly as she devoured his pulsing
