Calling Detective Summers: With the Buxom Meddler Trussed & Gagged, MarWell Bought Himself Some Much Needed Flight Time! In her hot blue business suit and fedora, a quintessential lady gumshoe is brought to life once more by the one and only Ruby Summers. The incredible babe, with her heaving chest and intensely sexy countenance is checking her nylons in a mirror, in a gloomy room. She’s only been here for a short while but already she knows there is trouble brewing. Clues have been discovered and the empire, such as it is, of Lord Gymslip MarWell, shall be fit to crumble. And it only remains now to start piecing together this puzzle that’ll see to that. It’s a jolly good thing too, for the man is into some (join the dots?) Bad things. As she reflects, she fiddles with those pantyhose. Rather conveniently distracted as a masked man looms behind her! Taken captive, the lovely detective is hustled downstairs, hands up, and is made to stand in a corner with her hands on her head. The villain fetches some rope to tie her up with. His trick of keeping her facing away means she doesn’t know when he’ll return or where he is, and short of risking a fiery battle, she must capitulate. That thing he has, after all, looks loaded! Now, as she is being roped up, she sasses him, clearly not used to being a hostage. He has a remedy for that… Shoving a wad of cloth into Ruby’s hot mouth, he slaps her face up with clear tape strips and bundles her wriggling and resisting into a back room. Shoving her down on the floor, he ties her sexy nylon-encased legs up as she writhes in his clutches. Detective Summers had rather hoped things might go a little differently, but this lackey of MarWell here, though being a lowly servant to his boss – the real crook – sure knows how to tie people up. Just as well, hey? But the plucky detective knows a thing or two about escapes, and bides her time, bound and gagged, until he is gone. Struggling to her knees, while looking out for trouble, she quickly works on her ankle bonds. Though tied tight, her probing fingers snare the knots and go to work. After a while, she has her legs free! Time to make a break for it. Slipping off her stilettos, she dashes barefoot to the front door. But it is locked. She tries again. If she could just reach into her pocket where she has a trusty hairgrip with which to pick the lock. ..