by Peter Loaf
Up in an attic, the maid awaits
Head in a bucket, nothing to see
Pussy presented, dripping with musth
Downstairs the bucket, lowered away
Upstairs the torment, downstairs the lust
The big screen showing, what’s being done
Upstairs and downstairs, passions flaring
Slowly he’s fucking, the outs and ins
A vibrator touching, pussy lips gape
Finally a finish, limply withdrawn
High wide and helpless, thundering fuck .
Head in a bucket, wide open gates
Spread eagle dripping
A finger slipping
Helpless and horny, waiting for dates
Feeling exposure, Simon laGree
Cracking lash snapping
My passion trapping
Gag muffled grunting, gag muffled plea
Tickle stick buzzing, my protests hushed
Hands gripping boobies
Fingers pinch rubbies
My elbows cinching, tasting of rust
Viewing room filling, my matinee
The lash comes cracking
Pussy attacking
Gag blocked I’m screaming, my passions play
Aucioneer bidding, the upper crust
The stairway to heaven
Top bidding seven
The losers sit watching, the dildo thrust
The tickets costing, fun by the ton
My body burning
My fortune earning
A penis probing, my buttered bun
Helpless in traction, passions sharing
Shoved in my shitter
Gag tasting bitter
Hard long and greasy, wide eyed staring
My face betraying, torment begins
Hands gripping titties
The Walter Middies
Downstairs but wishing, the upstairs wins
The cock in my colon, extended rape
Grunting reaction
My satisfaction
Hard bound and happy, never escape
Shitty cock dripping, his devil spawn
The next one is bigger
The Middies snigger
Double fucked subbie, to them belong
Upstairs and downstairs, starting to truck
Gag garbled pleading
Pony prick seeding
Passion comes crashing, subbie in luck
