I am Gogo Tomago. The tickling machine known as the man handler. It massages then it tickles in increasing intensity. A Twin sized bed made by some mad artist. The most luxurious bed and the darkest level of hell. probes touched my sides, my armpits, my ribs, my knees and my navel. each touched tickled, each stroke a precise sensation like being swathed in satin, stroked by the tips of a dry paint brush. If I was a captured spy I would have told them everything. But all the unseen audience...