What you didn’t think the first TIS with Amecia was it, did you? Tsk tsk. Nothing I do with this girl is quick or easy. This opens where I left off - with some toe flossing with wonderfully textured rope so she can feel every. Single. Inch…between her toes. With her ankles bound by leather straps to unyielding steel bars, she’s just going to have to take it. I don’t stop there (don’t doubt me, I’m good at this)…I transition to her robs, belly, armpits, even her palms. Tickling doesn’t always stop with feet - though they are admittedly my personal favorite. Does Amecia suffer..?  Every time. Guaranteed.