Re-gifting Betty

Betty looked up. Standing near her was Mr. Lodge, wearing a silk dressing gown. But he was not alone; there were three other men in the dungeon. They were dressed strangely. Betty realized that the men were Arabs. what were they doing here? What was to become of her?

"Betty," Mr. Lodge pinched her tender nipple hard; she cried out but the ball-gag muffled any sound. "These men are business associates of mine. Their Prince controls a large oil field that I want to develop. The Prince has a desire to own a blond American cheerleader. So, I am going to give you to him as a gift. I'm sure Veronica would mind if I give away her gift to me if it helps me make several million more dollars."

"No....no, you can't" Betty tried to protest, but she could not speak.

"The Prince would prefer a virgin, but these gentlemen assure me that given your beauty and youth, you will be a most acceptable gift." Mr. Lodge fingered the thick dildos that he had **** up Betty's pussy and ass earlier. Gently he pulled them out.

"Before these gentlemen take you away, I want to give you a parting gift, you last taste of America." Betty watched Mr. Lodge open his dressing gown. He was naked. His cock was again huge and rock hard.