"Jeff stood and started to leave. Stopping and turning back to Doctor Boswell, he asked, "Do we need a contract? I can get you on the phone with my la...yer and have him draw one up to your specifications."Boswell stuck out her hand, and Jeff took it. Her grip was firm. Jeff liked that."Mr. Matthews we need to discuss several other things, but I don't think a contract will be necessary, as least from my perspective." Same here. I've done more on a handshake than I have with contracts. Well, not. " Her eyes widened in fear. "I'll be good I s....aah!" I slapped her again. "did I say you can talk?" "N..no." her lower lip was quivering. I smacked her again. "No, what you can't be that fucking stupid?" She had tears running down her cheeks. Her left one was red while the other was untouched. "N..no..sir?" I nodded with a sadistic smile. "That's right until dad gets back your mine you will obey everything I say if you don't well let me show you." I started smacking her other cheek. She cried. She was a bit bleary-eyed from a restless night but that was nothing that a good cup of coffee wouldn’t cure, she thought.She was standing in the queue for the coffee machine. There were a couple of other girls in front of her chatting away about the last evening’s television and similar things. “How was your dinner party,” one said. “Ah,” the other responded, “did you hear that news item that said dinner parties would be less dull if guests were banned from small talk and had to discuss things. Hismouth tasted horrible and still leaked cum. Stephenlay quietly in bed, hugging a pillow, with a smile onhis face. What had been dreaded, was now amazingly,fucking, great.Months followed. Bill and Mike introduced theirfriends to Stephen periodically, and they took care ofhim financially, buying him food, clothing (alwayssexy and feminine), and taking care of his medicalneeds. When he was fully due, a beautiful baby wasdelivered at home by c-section, performed by Bill (whohappened to be a.