?"Are you going to help me get rid of this erection, dear?" I pleaded with her.?Portia smiled. "Well it depends on the definition of get rid of, I gue...s."?Reaching into the belt loops of my pants, Portia pulled out my thick leather belt, the one I'd used for 20 years to keep my sons in line.?WHACK! WHACK! The belt singed the edge of my penis, and then Portia gave it to me buckle first. Six times the buckle hit my tender glans and I was crying once more.?But my erection had diminished.?Later on,. She was very disappointed that she had not become pregnant, though the others said that it was because the Emir had decreed otherwise, which Amelia rightly assumed meant that he had only used the girl's arse for his orgasms, after 'warming up' in her cunt.Fatima, the American girl was still there, much to Amelia's surprise, and was still predictably whining about wanting to go home. She had apparently been used a few times as quarry in the hunt, but had yet to become pregnant. She bemoaned the. "Put the collar on, slut. Now." With a tear in my eye, I glanced again to the stranger. You took a step toward me, hand raising."Okay!" I said, wrapping the collar around my neck. I loose strands of my hair out from under the collar and looked up in time to feel your hand landing again on my cheek.My hand flew up and covered the red, sensitive area. "Why did you do that?" I hated the way my voice sounded -- all pouty and whiny, but there was no helping it. I hurt. And I was genuinely confused.. From time to time he snipped a fleck of dust off his expensive black leather jacket. I shrugged. No use in getting riled up. This bird would be back in the cage inside a month.I gave him a couple of printed pages with his contacts, his new job at a car wash and a schedule for his appointments. He crumpled the papers and shoved them contemptuously into his pocket before he left. I shrugged again. I made a mental note to check him out at his work in the next days.The next appointment was waiting.