Uh oh....

“Looks like I found something,” he says.

“No.” I shake my head. “I’m not ticklish. You’re wasting your time.”

But he ignores me and begins lightly moving his fingers in that spot and I start twitching again. Fuck. It tickles! He actually found a spot. No one has ever tried to tickle me there before. How the fuck could I have known I was ticklish under my leg? Oh my God. I need to stay calm and try to relax. Because if I don’t, I’m not going to have much choice about going home butt fucking naked. I begin to writhe and squirm, trying my best to clench my jaw shut and not laugh.

“For someone who isn’t ticklish, you’re certainly squirming a lot, Jennifer. We’ve got another 53 minutes on the clock. It’s pretty clear I’ve found your spot. You’re fucked and about to lose all your clothes. Want to make a deal?” Josh asks.