"Ah, Fatima," he said."Oh, Master. What a surprise," she said, sarcastically, "Have you come to have me whipped? Or is there something else? Don't tel... me I am to have the privilege of being your fuck toy tonight?" Tut, tut," said the Emir, "Such language, and to your Master at that."Privately he was pleased at the revival of her spirit. If she started to dislike him enough she might offer some amusement.Struck by a sudden idea, he continued, "No, I wondered if you would like to get out of the. I would talk to girls and receive sexy messages and pictures and this was awesome. Soon, I found you could actually search for porn on the internet. For the youngsters out there, there was a time when the only porn you could find was in pictures as videos would cost you a membership to some website and took too long to load. Nothing like today.I have to say, in my younger days, I was never big on porn, but mainly because it was so hard to come by. My Dad had a VHS tape (before DVD for. I had stopped crying, but now I was more upset than ever....I had no choice. I took off my bra and my panties. One of the men came over and took them from me. Then, he sniffed my panties! He handed them to the Major. He examined them and made a comment about how ?crusty? the crotch was. Then he smelled them! This was so shaming to me. After this, he shoved them under my son’s nose and made him smell them. He told my son he thought I had a ?stinky pussy?. I wanted to die! They insulted. I started to cry at that point, feeling sorry for her, and also because I missed my dad. She took me in her arms and hugged me real tight. I felt better right away, and I didn't feel so cold or alone any more. This went on through the funeral, and the reception afterwards, and she never left my side.After everyone was gone, and we were alone, she would suddenly start to cry and moan. "What am I going to do? We're all alone... I miss Dad soooo much..." So, I tried to comfort her. I think I said.