Fingers press into my taut buttocks. I try to subtly sniff the air, to get a hint of perfume or aftershave, but nothing.The shoulder straps of my bra ...re examined, then 'snip', 'snip', they are cut. They are still trapped between my shoulders and the leather pad supporting me, but a final cut of the main strap allows my full breasts to hang free. I wriggle my shoulders and hear the fabric swish to the floor.A hand rests on my back a moment, then slides over my ribs and under me to cup my left. “Agent,” she corrected. “Special Agent Whitaker with the FBI. There was a man in here a few minutes ago named Brooks. I’d like to see the MICT data you took off his mail, and anything else he has mailed out from this location, if he has.”“Sure, come on back,” he said, lifting a gate in the counter allowing them to walk into the back.As they passed through a door behind the workers, Taylor was suddenly amazed. He hadn’t considered how large the building was, but it was clearly bigger than what. " I know, it's the thing you've always avoided. I told you before, I'm not keen on it either. But I have my orders. She's all you're getting until she's burned out. And don't go to any trouble trying to prolong it. My superiors like to see results sooner rather than later. As morbid as that happens to be in this case," said Claire.- - -They didn't have to wait much longer after all. Claire heard Lauren yell out over the camera feeds. She turned to watch the monitors. Lauren must have been. Meanwhile, at the restaurant, Savita had squared in on a team for her kitchen and wait staff.She was very impressed by the dedication of her new chef Ali, who swore to gut himself on his filet knife before letting down any of her recipes. Fariz had promised to make their clientele feel like queens, and Deepa had committed her juicy young tits to the task of gleaning hefty tips.So, Savita was feeling like her restaurant was just on the verge opening when a sleazy looking man interrupted her.