I looked again at the ceiling, and realized I was looking at a mirror. In horror, I realized I was the woman spread out and tied naked to the table. I...screamed, and the sound was no longer muffled by tape. Where am I? What the hell do you think youre doing?! The loud voice spoke again, and I could now see the speaker in the wall that it was coming from. Youre perfectly safe. And as I told you before, youre going to be taught your proper place in life. If you cooperate, this will be easier. But. The directional signs indicated that the elevators to the FBI section were in the rear of the building and could not be accessed from the ones in the main lobby. I followed the blue line to the bank of elevators in the back and pressed the button that said “FBI Reception Station”.Everything on that floor was glass and steel.It was like living in a fish bowl.I was positive I would not like working in a place like that because your every motion was probably recorded and broadcast to monitoring. I was sure to make a splash!A splash is exactly what I made. They fired me on the spot. Bastards, I thought. Mona said I didn?t need to worry about getting a job, as she had recently been promoted, and could now afford the whole place herself. She just wanted me to clean around the house, keep things all spic and span for her. Cook?that kind of thing. She told me it was a good idea. Well, she was paying my rent; the least I could do would be to help around the house. It was a good idea.So, my. I looked at him in the eyes; but did not try to cover my naked body.The guy was staring directly at my round exposed boobs and my shaved pussy lips barely covered by a tiny see.through black thong...Without a single word, he reached out his hand and grabbed my thong by the waistband. He just made a swift motion and ripped off that little piece of cloth, throwing the pieces to the floor.He smiled and said now the smaller dress would fit in my naked body.I asked him if he had got crazy; but he.