Rochelle tickles her

Casey snickers a little bit as Rochelle wiggles the feather a little bit underneath each of Casey's breasts.

"Okay….(giggles) I think you made your….(giggles) point darling."

"Hmm…I don' t think I have."

Rochelle then goes over to Casey's armpits.

"Wait…what are you doing….stop…."

Before Casey could finished she starts laughing uncontrollably as Rochelle waves the feather back and forth onto her wife's armpits.

"I knew that you not being ticklish was a whole lot of crock."

"Stop…(laughs)….stop…." tears is running down Casey's face as Rochelle moves the feather to one of Casey's armpit to the other.

"I'm…going to pee…myself! (laughs)"

"Oh I will." Rochelle then moves back a little forward and looks at Casey's feet, "I just want to see how ticklish is your feet."

Rochelle puts the feather against Casey's feet when Casey sprang up from her cuffs, "Wait I do anything if you stop tickling me."

"Anything?"

"Anything, I'll eat your pussy. You like that don't ya. I'll give you two orgasms if you don't tickle my feet, please." Casey pleads with tears still drying on her face, "Please."

"Three."

"Fine three."

Rochelle smiles, "But who said I just want you to eat my pussy?"

"What else do you want?"

Rochelle uses the feather to trace Casey's toes, as Casey tries to stifle back a laugh, "I'm thinking."