I jumped in the shower, leaving the bathroom door open as always,so the tiny windowless bathroom doesn't turn into a steam room.As usual, I paid speci...al attention to my neck, which could get irritatedfrom wearing a heavy chain nonstop; and my dick, locked in a steel cockcage.My husband not only had the key for the lock around my neck, he was also mykey holder for my cage. I only got to cum with his permission. Last night,he fucked me with my cage on and never let me cum, which turned me on.. They pull up beside the Cobra and motion to the side of the road. I flip out my shield, then call the number on the side of their car with my phone.The patrolman answers, “I saw your badge but I’m not sure who you are?”I yell into the phone, “I’m a US Marshall and we’re following that ambulance to the hospital. The woman inside is giving birth.”He asks, “Which hospital?”I ask Jennifer, “Do you know which hospital they are headed for?”Jennifer yells, “Swedish Medical Center.”I tell the patrolman. I asked her, "Just how would it look to your parents to find both of us in here, with your bra undone and my hands up the front of your shirt?" I told her it was time to take her punishment like a trouper.My roaming hands had another plan, so I released her breasts and grabbed another ice cube and quickly put it down the back of her shorts. "It's time to cool off this hot little butt of yours after the teasing that you did to me on the trip back from Anaheim."Another yelp accompanied the icy. ” “What size suit jacket do you wear?” Elaine asked him. “Um...42. What does that have to do with anything?” “Oh, never mind. Charls, Baby, go get your tape measure from your sewing box. I wanna see something. Tommie, stand up.” She dutifully got out of bed, and stood next to it with her weight on one foot. “Not like that,” Elaine said. “Stand up straight. I can’t measure your boobs if you’re all slouched.” She measured around her ribcage, and mentally added five inches. “Hm-m-m. 40,” she said,.