“You can escape if you wish,” Jamie handed her a small sheet of metal “ Just slide it under the catch and”
She felt the strap loosen, “There.”He smiled as Kriska easily separated the collar and then unclipped the leash. The events unfolded like a dream, or a nightmare, Jonathan remained stubbornly flaccid, then Mark tried and he too failed leaving Kriska ashamed and humiliated beyond reason. “How do you do it, is it genetic?” Krista asked. Jamie stood uneasily at the Public Brothel reception, a sour faced woman looked him up and down, “Seven times a day, Ha, I’ll put you down for two.”
“No seven, I mean it.” He protested,
“Last intercourse, Mr?” she asked,
“Youngher, ah three hours ago, Mrs Duroe.” he said. “Thanks Mom,” she said appreciatively. This one was so outrageous she could not resist, despite it being totally contrary to regulations. Before last May I could have penetrated you, but with it being Saturday it looks like either someone here will take you or you must register as a whore, at the Public brothel in Maine street, and do the required two hundred copulations before, well
