Her hands were tied tightly under the cast iron seat back her ass slightly hanging over the lower end of the table.Trilly’s thighs were parted a lit...le as her leg were out at slight v angles to each other, her ankles attached to fat steel stirrups, looking like roof beams. The beams seemed to be attached by cogs and rods under the table to some sort of machine.“Get me off this fucking thing.” Trilly squealedBut Ric could do nothing. He just looked at the naked stunner noting a strange circular. She spun around and went back to her bedroom. She shook Gazza until he blinked at her and smiled. “You have to come and see what they are doing,” she told him excitedly. She dragged at his arm to hurry him.Gazza let her drag him out of bed and only stopped long enough to drag on some shorts before they headed into the dining room. “Wow,” he said when he saw the table. He then gaped as he watched Basil do his trick and place a new dish on the table. It had bite-size chunks of three different. A couple of familiar faces catch your attention; they wave when they catch your gaze. You return a short wave back with a grin but continue to rove your eyes around the patrons.You were looking for a specific person, today. Your eyes land on a shock of red hair. 'Red river' you recall from the missive. This is what it must have meant. This was the only person with vibrant red hair in the entire tavern. You instantly know you have found who you are looking for.You make your way over to the table. The auditors had arrived yesterday, and were expected to complete their semi-annual visit tomorrow if all proved to be in order. I didn't have much doubt that Jonathan would have all the paperwork ready for inspection. He was that kind of manager. I would meet with the two people from headquarters today and introduce myself."Hello, I'm Steve Black, assistant manager." Ah, Mr. Black, nice to meet you," the man said with a genuine smile. "I'm Gerry Courier and my partner is Ivy Hanson," he said,.