. breathe ... Ok now ... You're doing great ... I'm so proud of you ... Give it one really big push for Rebecca, now..." I encouraged Colleen every wa... I knew how."Colleen ... You are amazing ... This is going so well ... Your son will be here any second now ... Ok Sweetie ... Let's give one last push and see if James is ready for prime time..." Rebecca was just as determined to help Colleen thru this as I was, maybe more.We were all there. Rebecca was leading as Colleen came down the home. What? … Challenge? … Defiance? Whatever, I was hungry and told Julie I was going to shower and get dressed for dinner.The dining room was full of mostly couples, some families, with each party having its own table. We ate a delicious meal and chatted amiably from what I remember. I do recall that Julie ordered oysters “to go with the champagne” she said. I, of course, brought up the subject of oysters supposedly being aphrodisiacs and told my usual, lame joke that I didn’t believe the rumour,. We were not allowed to have television, movies, or any of that sort of nonsense in the workshops because it slowed down our production. The Kringles were very strict with their workers and maintained a set of rules and regulations which I viewed as overly restrictive. I mean, everybody know elves like to have a giggle most of the time.Well, in all honesty, I would have to admit the real reason I left my cozy little safe cottage and happy existence was because there was an unbelievable shortage. ” He grunted, pulling down his tight leather pants, letting his cock spring free, all ten inches of it. He started stroking his cock, getting it nice and hard. I looked down at my nipples, which were turning from a dark shade of red to purple, the pain almost unbearable. The man moved to the side of my bed again, and removed the nipple clamps. I felt instant relief. It didn’t last long, as he fitted a leather, bra-like apparatus to my breast. The difference between this and a bra was that.