He was waiting patiently by the front door for me to let him out."Good Boy." I patted him on the head and opened the door. He took off down the stairs...and I left the door open for his return.I made my way down the hallway to the kitchen, only running into the wall once. Eyes open, Jack. Eyes open.I checked the coffee filter for used grounds, found it empty and put a couple of scoops of fresh coffee inside it. I took the carafe over to the refrigerator door and filled it. I was alert enough to. After 18 hours of labor there was still no baby.What I didn't know about was the conversation goingon in the Kitchen. "If the baby isn't here in anhour, I'm thinking I will have to do a c-section." Isn't that dangerous when the woman is in labor?"asked Helen"Yes it is," answered Amanda. "I don't think Richardcan handle it anymore."Before they could say another word on the matter, Iscreamed, "HELEN, AMANDA, COME QUICK!!!!"As they entered the room I said, "I think this babyhas finally decided to. Her piercings were her own chastity. She couldn’t use the toilet without someone unlocking her padlocks. She was her own prisoner. Her legs were then pushed over her head, so it exposed her anus and stretched it open. He worked his way along the rim of her ass as he had done with her pussy, piercing one, two, three times down each side, quickly and smoothly. One big padlock secured these in place and a long silver chain was threaded through a second leash. With her body burning from her new. “How did you do it, acting so cool and confident on stage?” she asked.“I was nervous too. I’ve played a number of times with Dissension at concerts so that helped with the nerves and playing hockey in front of six or seven thousand fans helped. I really like performing my song and made it fun to do.”Brad cupped her soft face in his hands, “Usually it’s you cheering me up! I love you Abby and will always support your dreams. This is your time and that is your stage, you own it! I heard you.