His first stop was the nearest blacksmith where he asked to have the shackle made into rectangular weights for the ends of his bronze chain. This woul... make what Japanese martial artists called a Kusari-fundo, but what everyone else called 'a chain with weights on the ends.' He commissioned two push knives to be made out of the iron slave collar. They would go into his boots, and he also asked if it the blacksmith could make a hollow iron ball with blunted spikes.The man said that he could, but. .." With that, she starts slowly working on my cock again, not ready to let me lose my erection. She starts sucking again, while gently inserting her index finger into my ass. "Does that feel good, baby?" Of course it does and she knows it. "Do you like my finger in your ass?" Any momentum I was losing after cumming is back and I am hard as a rock again. She then gets up and takes her bra and panties off, and straddles me, guiding my cock underneath her beautiful body. She is visibly wet, and. Um. That was ... that was really ... we ...um, we have yourinformation, right? If it works out, we'll get in contact. Tell the nextone to come in on your way out please."+++++++++Coleman opened his apartment door halfway, careful not to swing it toohard or the things lining his tiny apartment hallway would come crashingto the floor again. He turned himself at an angle to wedge past and stepover the massive volume of items that made his home not quite a hoarder'sparadise, but not far away. Paradoxically this proved easier to do than to choose what to do about the baby growing in my middle-aged belly.This early on in my pregnancy there was nothing about my body to give away my terrible secret to family and friends and, apart from an hour or so of blessedly mild nausea every morning, there was little to remind me as I went about my usual work, home, gym and social routine.If I hadn’t accidentally taken the test I’m sure would never have guessed what had happened.For a week, life.