He immediately began rubbing one over my eyes and one over my nose, making me breathe in the toxic fumes. I was very defiant and said “Do your worst.”. “Are you going to say it or are you gonna smell your socks?” he asked as he held the socks over my face. He just continued running his fingers up and down my feet, driving me into insanity.Īfter at least 10 minutes of torture, he stopped and grabbed my Under Armour Socks that were very dirty and sweaty and smelly. Who is a better wrestler?” I didn’t answer as he continued to tickle me. “Noooooo stop!!” I yelled as my feet were very ticklish. He didn’t answer as he began tickling my feet. “What are you doing?” I asked, cluelessly. He then sat up on me and began taking my socks off. He began cupping his toes around my nose and put his foot over my mouth so I couldn’t breathe and when he did let me, I could only smell awful feet that smelled so bad. “Ugh, they smell terrible and very sweaty.” I could do nothing as I was tied up and forced to smell his stinky feet. “You won’t be saying that for long.” he said as he then put his smelly, sweaty socked feet in my face and I could do nothing to stop it. “Now, who’s a better wrestler?” He asked. We had been wrestling for an hour and we were both very sweaty from it. I“MMPH!” I said as Logan was able to pin me down as he grabbed a roll of duct tape from underneath the bed to tie my wrists and ankles spread-eagle on the bed.
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