她真的像个间谍吗?她真的逃走了。Agent Bliss is not thrilled about her latest assignment. The Agency has sent her undercover to a house party dressed in a skimpy waitress outfit. Her mission is to get to the garage undetected and secure the secret files there. She makes sure to vent her frustrations to the Agency via communicator. The skirt is too short, the guests are too handsy, and the mission feels beneath her. At least everything is starting off smoothly. Should be a piece of cake, right?
When the real audio kicks in, the tension spikes. A security guard catches her snooping where she doesn’t belong. Agent Bliss tries to bluff her way through, but her cover's blown. And when the contents of her bag are dumped out—including a pair of dirty gym socks—she tries to keep her composure. “I’d rather be taped up and gagged with those SOCKS than tell you anything,” she snaps.
Big mistake.
Moments later, Agent Bliss is taped tight—above and below the chest, wrists locked together, and legs wrapped from thighs to ankles in silver tape over sheer pantyhose. Her mouth is stuffed with those filthy socks, sealed in with clear tape and topped with a white cloth that muffles every word. She writhes and moans on the gritty garage floor, struggling against her restraints, determined to escape.