At the foot of the steps waited a gaggle of people. She recognised the be-spectacled white man moving to greet her – Adam Nethercourt, the UNHCR rep...resentative."How nice to meet you, Miss", he had started to say."OHMYGOD! Jennifer Love Hewitt!" shrieked an American female voice suddenly, "I'm like one of your biggest fans! I loved you in that TV thing and those films you made! Did you do underwear commercials? And like WOW! You're really here!"Jennifer looked to see a twenty-something. A few moments later, it morphed into a frail oriental beauty with delicious mysterious eyes and small cupcake breasts, and then an Indian princess with thick black hair that reached her butt and dark piercing eyes that seem to hold the secrets of life itself.“Hold on there,” I blurted, still reeling from the shape shifting entity serenely perched on the couch. “Who or what are you?”“I am created for you.” It rose to its feet unsteadily and once balanced, walked to me with unsure steps. “Ah,. " Yes Miss Hampson."With that she used her strap on him, noticing that his girly bottom wasalready red in places from the spankings given to him by his mother andAnne. He squirmed as the strap hit him, but she held him tight with onehand against her boots and she could sense him kissing them with somepassion as the strap continued to remind him that he was a sissy whomust obey his mother, Mrs. Smithton and herself at all times.When Miss Hampson finished the punishment he became aware that. We arrived there late in the afternoon. I called Mary as soon as we got there and we talked for almost an hour. She had the cutest Southern drawl and I wanted to listen to her for hours.Bob made reservations at the Holiday Inn in Houston for Sunday. I told Mary that we would call again when we got settled there. But in Beaumont, I met and mated with Travis, Bob's sixteen year old cousin!Travis is beautiful. He's much too pretty to be a boy... but, oh boy, is he ever all male! Bob was laying.