I was beginning to feel a little hot under the collar, between the thought my undies, the booze, and the porn, I had a raging hard-on that was gettin... uncomfortable, I reached into my trousers and adjusted my cock into a more comfortable position, Bob noticed me doing this and said "Thank fuck I thought it was only me who had a hard on, i was i to feel like a pervert!", Ian said " no i think we're all in the same boat", at this point Bob said " guys I don't want to freak anybody out, but we're. I'm Shirley, Jack's wife. We are here to help some of our people and became curious about the fire, too."Based upon what you say, this fire needs a closer look. Protection is not so far away that fires of unknown origin should be ignored." As usual in situations like this one, we were both wearing bulletproof vests though I didn't want to have to trust them. So far, Max hadn't made any threats though I wasn't sure he was telling the truth about his name, where he was from, or the fire. It's one. We dragged out "The Stocks" from the side of the room, which comprises of two wooden boards just like the stocks you see in old town square pictures. Each board has a lift up section to allow the legs and wrists to be fastened. Both stock boards are mounted on a scaffolding type frame with two padded cross-members to support the victim's body in the middle and slightly higher than the stocks to stretch them even more. The idea is that the ankles are clamped wide apart in one set and the wrists. ‘It’s not the sort of job people ever choose to make a career out of.’ Emma soon settled into her new role, quite happy in a position with no great responsibilities and with absolutely no stress. She was busy when the café was busy, and able to relax with a magazine or newspaper when it was quiet. It was a delight to continue working in the nude, and to be surrounded by others similarly undressed. She particularly enjoyed the fact that from when she woke up to when she went to bed, she didn’t.