Two and a Half Million to Andromeda

Madame, if you don't get control of yourself I'm afraid we're going to have to strap your chest and head to the chair, for your own safety, and start over. With baby oil this time.

"That is the appropriate reaction. In fact, as long as you keep that look on your face I'll just stick with my fingers, and save the oil and brushes for after your face betrays you."

The tickles will continue until I wipe that stoic look from your face. You can keep your lips sealed if you want but we're not stopping until I at least see a frown.

Women with ticklish soles should live their lives in this headspace

you had 10 minutes to escape. The only conclusion is that you want to spend the rest of the night being tickled....