Chapter Six
“Is little Woody ticklish?” Susan cooed.
“Ha-ha-ha-no! Hee-hee-hee-please!” He choked and twisted as four sets of girlish fingers tormented his helpless nude body. No sooner had he begun squirming under Susan’s teasing fingers than the other girls joined in —teasing Tiffany and the two new cheerleaders. His c**k was still rock hard, saluting its captors, but his mind was overloaded with the powerful tickling sensations. He hated being tickled and he was very ticklish; this was true torture for him.
He howled and pleaded and guffawed and laughed uncontrollably; he jerked at the inflexible mechanical cuffs that held him to the leather exercise bench. Susan and Tiffany were still seated on either side of him, working on sides and neck and underarms and n*****s. One of the new g
