My Moroccan Nights: The Italian Virgin in Sultan’s Harem Book 1

This is the second day that I was put into bed of Sultan, the king of a state in Morocco. Two months ago, oh! how unfortunate day it was!  I was on ship with my father and mother and we were going to Greece from Crete. This was my first trip and naturally I was very much excited. The uncomfortable waves, roaring ocean, deep winds, sharks, all begins to excite me. Whenever I stood on the deck, the deep winnowing wind of the unfathomable sea as if begins to caress me. It touches my soft cheeks, tender nipples, my soft buttocks, and even through the gown my soft delicate female parts.....
I was standing behind my mother who was trying to hide me from these dreaded persons.
Now the fat man pushes my mother aside and came to my side, " Ah! This beautiful blooming flower must be tasted, these tiny nipples, bellowing bosom, ivory curves, nice rosy lips, almost be praised and tasted. Oh, Great prize, surely this is the greatest prize of this year, nay the greatest of our life" and all began to dance around me.