In a world where most people wouldn't even notice a gentle touch, Frank possesses a remarkable gift - exquisitely sensitive skin that can detect the slightest hint of a tickle. With lightning-fast precision, his radar-like senses zero in on sharp, pointy fingers, ready to unleash a wave of laughter. Helpless, Frank’s hands and feet seem to be tightly bound together. It's either that he submits to her tickles until she tires out and stops, or he lashes back against Misty's skilled, tickling fingers. But how could he, a tiny, weak guy, hope to fight back against such a formidable woman? Misty can't be stopped now, so Frank has no choice but to let her have her way with him as she tickles, caresses, and overly sensitizes his extremely soft skin with her perfectly curled fingers. Misty joins in with his own contagious laughter as he begs her to stop tickling him while laughing so hard. Maybe Misty gets her giggles from watching Frank react so enthusiastically to being tickled. Why does a man give in so quickly when confronted with a woman like Misty? How will Frank react to being crushed and tickled by her soft hands if his feet are noticeably more sensitive than usual? Frank's weak, frail body writhes and crawls across the floor like a caterpillar as he tries to resist Misty's relentless tickling. You most certainly do not enjoy getting tickled, Frankie-boy. Too bad for you that there's no escape...