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Awwww is someone’s tummy a little bit… ✨ticklish?✨

I don't think you quite understand what exactly is happening here, so I'm going to break it down for you.

First off, you are in no position to be making any sort of demands or requests. You are stripped, strapped and spread wide open while slathered in baby oil; what exactly can you do if I don't follow your so-called "demands," Hmm?

Secondly, I'm not tickling you until you've had enough. I'm tickling you until I've had enough. I don't care how long you've been tickled for, how tired you are or how long you 'think' you can go on for.

You're here until I decide it's over; until I've pulled every last breath of laughter I can muster up from you.

Then we'll decide if you're done or not.

For the record, I know how much you wish you could stop laughing at every gentle poke. But no matter how angry you get, you'll still laugh every time my fingers touch your underarms, regardless of how much it hurts.