Around 3:15pm, I was in the fire hall when over the radio came: “101 to 105”, I responded, “105, go ahead”, “What’s your 20?” (location)... “Fire Hall E” I said, “Can you come to the office please?” I responded with a simple “10-4, in route”. I casually walked back to the office, opened the door, and said, “you paged me sir?” He responded: “Yes, you have a visitor”. I stared at him dumbly thinking who would see me until Liv Morgan walked around the corner. We exchanged hellos and a fist bump due. I chose to stand back, watching her. She had a sleeveless white spaghetti inner shirt.She turned around and fumbled with the buttons on her skirt (I did not know till then that skirts also had buttons). She pulled one at a time, and slipped the skirt gingerly over her round buttocks and let it fall off. She only had a red panties under. Her fair soft legs were absolute delight to watch.I was done staring and grabbed her from behind. The tightness in my pants demanded that I do more than just. J’ter stopped before the doors leading to the center. He nodded to his son and turned away. Taking a deep breath, Fallon stepped forward.The doors hissed closed behind him. The light was low, but the boy could clearly see the bed in front of him. The woman lay on her back, arms and legs spread wide and secured to the four corners of the bed with strong cord. She looked up at Fallon fearfully as he reached the end of the bed, unable to speak because of the gag in her mouth. Her eyes spoke. Kate looked at her friend. Becky was clearly confused, but also on the verge of passing out. Kate somehow managed to get Becky to stand and led her into the bedroom. Becky collapsed on the bed. Kate took off the other woman's shoes and drew the bedclothes over her.* * * When Becky woke it was still dark outside. She needed to pee. She stumbled to the bathroom. Halfway there, the headache kicked in. By the time she reached the toilet she was nauseous as well. Her stomach made a few feeble.