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July 15, 2018
Mr. Smith was a very hard person to get in contact with. I had been searching for his whereabouts since February. He had an appointment with our GAMSDetective, Sahrye. But after their meeting, Sahrye went missing. The only lead I could find was Mr. Smith. Sahrye had left in her notes that something about their meeting seemed off. Mr. Smith was holding out information about the case he wanted to hire us for. There was also a note that he had a proclivity for pantyhose.
Finally, I had gotten in contact with Mr. Smith and he had agreed to come down to the office. I wore a short black skirt, tight cleavage exposing shirt, pantyhose, and pink high heel sandals. I sat on the edge of my desk as I questioned Mr. Smith over and over again about Sahrye. I told him I knew about his interests and I would gladly play into them, as I showed off my pantyhose legs. All I wanted to know was where Sahrye was and what happened during their meeting. There was fabric evidence that matched nylon rope. My temper was getting the best of me as I demanded answers and got a tight lipped Mr. Smith instead. Finally, he spoke. And he was tired of what I was implying.
I found myself tied up and cleaved gagged on the floor of my own office. I struggled against my bonds as I yelled into the tight white cleave. He must have been responsible for the disappearance of Sahrye! Or did Sahrye make some kind of deal with him. I still had questions that needed answering. Mr. Smith came up to and unbuttoned my shirt. I tried to bite his arm as he pinched my nipples but it was pointless. He walked out of the office and left me there bound and helpless. I wasnt about to let him walk out of the building! I struggled so hard against my wrists ropes that I slipped them. Then the elbow rope, ankle rope, and finally the pesky gag. I pulled down my skirt that was exposing my sheer teal panties and stormed out of my office. I was going to find Mr. Smith and get to the bottom of what happened during his and Sahryes meeting. Looks like I might be going undercover.
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