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I was rapt with attention; each hint of a twitch
Set my feet-ticklin fingers all startin to scritch,
To connect with them dawgs where they'd wriggle and itch
Til his mighty composure got chucked in a ditch;
In the still all around I could easily see
His expressive big barefeet were crafting a plea,
I could see how they longed to be tickled by me
As they'd help find his laughter and set it all free;
Then his elegant toes had my tongue feeling slick
With a promise to spread as it started to lick,
And it made the Dean giggle and laugh double quick
Then I felt with a rush what it did to my d*;

In the moment of quiet I sensed with what care
That the men and teen boys were all sharing my stare,
At the Dean's precious puppies, so beautifully bare
And I longed for the fate they were hoping he'd share;
For from Padraig to Philip to Peter to Paul
All their bare tickled tootsies had welcomed the fall,
Then my own ticklish barefeet had held them in thrall
I'd made barefootin feet ticklers out of them all;
While the barefooted Dean gave our woodies a treat
And his laughter would soon fill the whole of the street,
I could tell he'd be making my triumph complete
When he'd yield to his longing and tickle MY feet;

Once he'd giggled his proper decorum all thin
And declared that barefootin was grand and not sin,
Then my hot sweaty barefeet would seal up the win
As he tickled them good with a s*-eating grin;
So I cast a glance upward to look for a trace
That the Dean was enjoying his barefoot "disgrace",
But the look of resolve that I saw in his face
Only made me determined to show me his place;
The proud Dean was intent on remaining uptight
But soon only his stiffy would stand so uptight
As his big ticklish barefeet would show him the light
So we took our positions and started the fight;