"Gwendolyn! No body at the company who crosses me escapes my wrath. Even our Chillicothe truck driver with the falsified records and theft. You thought I was finished after I was badly beaten by that boyfriend didn't you? But here we are, 11 months later, and even though I have artificial front teeth now and a bit of a limp, my tickle fingers of fate are quite in tact. You will pay for your discretion against the company. Do not act too proud. This will be ten hours of unrelenting tickling on those feet."
"Connie, oh Connie. My cocky and confidant Senior Sales Rep. You are laughing at me because my plot has been foiled aren't you? You set me up! You bitch! Your MMA fighter boyfriend is here suddenly and just as suddenly you think it is funny that I am wetting my pants."
"Britt, I am so sorry you find yourself in this predicament. But your falsifying your timesheets in Public Relations has resulted in "a punishment". You will enjoy your stay here at my cabin in Maine. It is a wonderful and very remote getaway. What's that, Britt? Oh, no. You cannot go pee pee first. Off with your shoes! Now! Your tickling is underway. Don't sob, sweetie. You know what you did to Boss."
"Ahhhhhhh Yelda, my supplier and confidant. Welcome to the island. Thank you for the "shipment" and give my best to El Jefe when you return. I am sure he appreciates the large sum of pesos. Joaquin informs me you have "extremely ticklish" feet. And that you have been provided for pleasuring me. Well, Yelda, let us commence."
"Karen. My companies Human Resources - EEO Manager who caused so much trouble back in 2013. The reports to the FTC. The lawsuits. The airing of some of our dirty laundry to the Gazette. Having VP of Finance Lars Henry fired for incompetence. Then laughing when you learned he committed suicide. Ahhh, Karen. We caught you in all of it. Following your 7 straight hours of my tickling on those gorgeous soles and toes, you endured four more hours of a ahem - blistering and painful torture. I still remember you begging for forgiveness through all the tears. Licking my nipples through your fattened lips as you sought my relent.. Enduring my masturbatory load shooting cum missiles into your swollen face. The stench of your evacuated bowel in those tight blue jeans, also soaked in your urine. Then to have that terrible "jet-skiing accident". You are fondly and not-so fondly remembered, Karen.....bitch."