The CIA had turned up and carted her off for interrogation.By now Grantby is rather keen to re-read the details. He finds the file on his desk and thu...bs through to find the summary of events:Name: Jennifer Karin McEwanDate of disappearance: 11 November 2009Last Confirmed Sighting: Fitzroy Square W1Approximate time: 2:30PMLast possible sighting: New Cavendish Street W1Risk classification: High:- her absence was out of character- she did not complete her intensions on the day- no objective. Linda bent three fingers up inside and stimulated the front wall of my vagina. Her other hand played with my anus ... the soft, smooth underside of her tongue pressed down in my clitoris …I groaned, didn't care who was around, nearly lost the balance, the heart was pounding, sweat pouring out of the skin. In the distance, a woman was laughing, and I shook in spams.I took a seat on the toilet. Sue sat down on my legs, spread-eagled, wiped off my juice, and slathered it on her body, her tits. She. True?"How do you answer something like that? I kept silent.He continued. "I often run into this sort of situation, and I've come upwith rather a novel way to dealing with it. You will become my employeeuntil such time as you have worked off your debt. Take this." He handed me agold ring. He said, "Wear that and my associate Vincent will lead you toyour instructor."He turned back to his paperwork, and one of the human pillars beside me tookme by the arm. He led me down the hall to a waiting. There was talking I couldn’t understand and then the office door closed about the same time as the bathroom one. A few minutes later the toilet flushed and footsteps came down the hall towards me. “Hi boss! Did you have a good lunch?” I nodded and she continued, “I hope you don’t want any until late today. He’s new and has a big one so it might take me a while to shrink down enough to fit you.”I hadn’t noticed that he was remarkably larger but she did like to tease me. “Get your cute little ass.