by Peter Loaf
No lawyer needed, settlement done
Honeymoon over, he’s had enough
Her seatbelt fastened, pinning her back
Stopping for moment, hat with a veil
To hangar driving, Sultan awaits
The waiting Gulfstream, overseas bound
The Sultan paying, fortune in gold
His Royal Highness, hooka smoking
Taking advantage, bed in the back
Landing at palace, the desert sands .
The gag ball filling, argument won
Her hands behind her
The rope to bind her
Pussy ring tugging, she cannot run
Viper’s tongue pinning, knowing his stuff
To harem headed
To Sultan wedded
Gag garbled pleading, his orders gruff
The leash beneath her, splitting her crack
In back seat fastened
The beamer gassin’
To airport headed, alas alack
Helpless she struggles, his bride for sale
Finger lick tickle
Girl in a pickle
Pussy lips dripping, ready to nail
By pussy leading, the closing fates
Package protesting
His bondage besting
Pussy lips tugging, in dire straights
Her assets stolen, her rights impound
Might making rightly
She’s bound so tightly
Half naked helpless, so ripe and round
Her pussy swollen, story so old
One juicy subbie
Hard hearted hubby
Bound and delivered, to slaver sold
Watching her struggle, his cock stroking
Her leash controlling
Her bells are tolling
Infidel training, his fires stoking
Flying united, giving no slack
The hours of passion
The cultures clashin’
Bound and delivered, riding crop smack
Helpless and hobbled, the leash demands
To harem leading
Gag garbled pleading
The others crowding, too many hands
