She thought it was just a little game but once her hands are cuffed to the chair and her bare feet rest on the bed, she realizes there’s no escape from the laughter. At first, his fingers tease her soles, making her giggle and try to hold back. She smiles sweetly, trying to keep her composure, but the tickling only gets more intense. Soon, he switches tools some brushed across her toes, along her arches and dancing on her wrinkled soles. Her body squirms, her feet wiggle, but she tries to hold the laughs. She tries to look innocent, but every new touch breaks her down further. She might not lose control in this first tickle, but i am sure i will break her laughter limits in the next one!