Sara andMichael are the same person.Surely you must know that by now." I don't know what I know," she replied, a tear sliding from her righteye. Then...she looked up at me fiercely. "I used to think you would bethe father of my children, but now you look like you want to be themother."Rebecca, don't. Please. I love you and I want to be with you and I wantus to have children.Would it be so horrible if they ended up having two mommies?"With that, Rebecca broke down entirely, crying in huge sobs,. When all I could do was stare at her, confused, she sighed, touching my head. I screamed when it felt like my head was torn open with hot liquid poured in the opening.I fell against the wall, drawing in deep gasps of breath, the pain slowly, very slowly, starting to ease."Son of a bitch that hurt!" I was gasping out, still trying to get my vision and breath back to normal."If I am understanding you correctly, there is no reason to be crude." The female said with a sideways smirk at me.I turned. Paul got back into position and the doctor put on gloves andapplied more lube to Paul's crack. His finger reentered his hole andcontinued the exam. Watching Paul's exam had got my cock hard again andthere was a wet spot on my shorts where the head of my cock was pressedagainst the fabric. Paul's cock continued to throb and leak precum whichdripped onto the floor. A couple minutes later the doctor removed hisfinger and said "everything appears to be fine with your prostate". He toldPaul he could. He serves expensive drinks in the proper crystal and treats me like a lady. I love to be pampered with expensive perfume and satin panties, chocolate candies, shrimp cocktails and cornish hens. I would really like some beer but I have never seen any in this house. A guy with his money should have German brews out the ass! He never orders a pizza either. I should explain to you that he is downright weird at times. I caught him in the dining- room jerking his cock on a Barbie doll. Hell, I've.