It's pretty to think so.

“Well, that earned you a 10-minute break. Time to get back to the tickling,” Josh says cheerfully.

“No! That wasn’t the deal! I let you fuck me with a dildo so you’d stop tickling me! You’ve got to be kidding me!” I yell.

I can't believe the betrayal. I literally only agreed to let him fuck me because I thought he’d stop tickling me. But now he’s going to tickle me anyways? This is so unfair! What the fuck?

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Josh mocks me. “You keep saying that, but if you think about it, I never said I’d stop tickling you. You just assumed. All I said was, unless you’ve got a better alternative, it’s my hour, and I want to use it to tickle you. Now I’m going to get back to it if that's okay with you," Josh says.

Obviously, he doesn’t really fucking care if it’s not okay with me. I understand his meaning. Unless I offer him something better, he’s just going to tickle me until the time is up.

I explode with laughter as the touch of the bristles is electrifying on my poor leg. I’ve been fucked, tickled, spanked, and I just can’t take it anymore. I don’t even last a minute before I’m begging him to stop again.