On the slide in Italy July 2013


Julia was bored, a typical American tourist wearing a flowered print skirt and a tight red blouse which emphasised her ample D cup breasts she strolled along in the sunshine. One of the horde of foreign tourists thronging this antediluvian metropolis she had really wanted to spend the summertime in California but her mother insisted they took a tour of the Mediterranean instead,

seven cites in two week with the farsighted days filled with short flying and long bus rides and now inn the late afternoon Julia was desperate for some peace and tranquility. She strolled idly towards the foreland with its cliff top park and stunning views of the Mediterranean sea and the legendary fortunate sunset as the sun set behind the far horizon.

The cliff top parking lot came alive each evening at sunset as the sun setting was the cue for an candid air party which spontaneously erupted in the ballpark, a large almost triangular grassy open space between the town and the cliff edge, a wrapping of grass with plentiful picnic tables and benches with the headland 's drop-off edge on two sides. A curving row of shop fronts pierced by specialise streets leading through the old Town formed the tierce side of meat of the triangle.

The old town, unaltered for thousands of years, nail down streets with stone curing for pavement, too specialize for automobile or motortruck so everything was carried on hand pushcart since even domestic ass carts were too wide and even two hand go-cart struggled to pass in places.

Traditional Mediterranean low cost increase construction provided the shop class fronts, seemingly hundred of years old all painted E. B. White against the glare of the sun and each with gaily painted shutters, and all closed during the heat energy of the good afternoon as they awaited the sunset and the sang-froid of the even, the time when the old town came alive.



'' Do n't go anywhere alone, '' the tour guide advised, `` There are cream pockets and worse and when you get away from the main region of the town, the old township is known for drugs and harlotry and the Mafioso is very active so please do not rely on the police and be measured. ``

Julia ignored the advice if she ever heard it, she just strolled along in the cheerfulness, past the scrawny tree diagram bent into the prevailing wind, towards the obelisk marked which marked the level of the foreland and occasionally stopped to hold back the stout handrail along the actual cliff edge.

She saw no drug dealers or prostitutes or even mobster, and after her saunter in the sunlight as she gripped the cliff edge handrail and gazed at the ocean she did n't even recognize she was in danger.

She did n't even substantiate somebody was behind her until she felt the shoulder strap of her handbag suddenly snap.

She grabbed at the bag but a teenaged boy was already ten yards away running like the wind with her handbag in his provide hired man and the blade of the tongue he held in his correct hand flashing in the summer sun.

She opened her mouthpiece to scream but no sound came out, shocked, she grasped the cliff border banister and in affright she looked for help.

Two uniform law standing by the shops in the distance so she gathered her wits together and shakily made her way towards them.

'' I was robbed, '' she explained as she met them.

'' Robbed, '' said the policeman, and launched into a tirade in a nomenclature Julia could not understand.

'' English, por party favor ? '' Julia tried hopefully.

'' You is robbed, what is robbed ? '' the 2nd policeman asked.

'' My money, my phone everything ! '' Julia explained.

The police conferred.

'' You have theme ? '' the second police officer asked.

'' No, they are. '' Julia explained.

'' No ? '' the beginning policeman queried and he again patiently explained something in a language Julia could not even start out to comprehend.

'' mustiness have papers, '' the 2d policeman explained, `` Is law. ``

'' But my bag, '' Julia protested and the firstly policeman again began to explain.

A span approached, he in a smart suit with receptive neck opening shirt, she in a black dress reaching to her articulatio genus, the woman smiled, `` Are you having trouble ? '' she asked.

'' My bag, '' Julia explained, `` Someone slip my bag ! ``

'' Ah, no report ? '' the woman agreed, `` I am Carla and this is Giorgio, yes, you need papers or ID in the old town, you have no ID ? ``

'' No, '' said Julia.

Carla smiled, `` Lots of little girl come here from all over EEC, it is far-famed so the constabulary crack cocaine down, '' she explained, `` Shall I tell him you are with us ? ``

'' Please, '' said Julia.

Carla spoke to the policeman, they agreed, `` I have told them you work for us, '' she said and she reached in her bag and extracted a dog collar and collar, `` Put this around your neck, '' she suggested.

'' What no way, '' Julia protested.

'' Or they will catch you, '' Carla explained, `` They think you are an unlicensed lady of pleasure who did n't get her money. ``

'' No, he stole my handbag, '' Julia protested.

'' We do this all the time, '' Carla explained, `` We rescue tourists and working girls, look either you play the game, pretend that you are with us and pay our rescue fee, or you will expend at least a night in the cells and maybe get a six month prison house sentence. ``

'' No, that ca n't be, '' Julia shook visibly with emotion.

'' It will be very well, '' Giorgio explained, `` Wear the neckband which shows you are ours and we pay the bribe and you pay us back, five hundred dollar bill fee plus the bribe. ``

'' That 's outrageous ! '' Julia protested.

'' It 's what we do, '' Carla explained, `` Do you desire our help or not ? ``

'' Ok, '' Julia said reluctantly and she took the collar and tried to tighten it, it was too short.

'' Oh, try this, '' Carla sighed and she pulled a enceinte alloy slave collar with a chain from her bag
and handed it to Giorgio.

'' tone ! '' Julia protested but Giorgio gently lifted her foresighted blonde tomentum and pried the springy collar apart to slip it around her neck, but she realised to deny would probably have in mind she was arrested so she just let him comfort the cloggy collar around her neck and fasten it with a padlock.

Carla handed each officer an American English hundred dollar neb and they saluted and walked away smiling.

'' They 've gone, '' Julia said, `` Can we lose the affair ? ``

'' When you pay us, '' Carla said, `` Until then you are our slave woman of the street. ``

'' What ! '' Julia protested.

'' feel, if you have no ID you have to be collared and chained it is the law, '' Carla explained,
'' The city law, the townspeople law from the days of Julius Sidney Caesar. It was for the protective covering of the slave young lady originally but has remained in force. ``

'' Ok, '' Julia agreed, `` Look get me out of here. ``

'' You should have cuff, '' Giorgio explained, `` To depend authentic. ``

'' Right, '' Julia agreed, `` In your dreams. ``

'' No, '' he said as he gently took Julia 's mitt and pushed them behind her back.

She felt the low temperature steel and heard the pawl as Carla fastened the hand cuffs around her wrists.

'' Look, ok this is weird, '' Julia protested.

'' But we will all get arrested if we are found out, '' Carla explained, `` We will expect until it gets fussy and sneak you away. ``

'' Why not now ? '' Julia asked.

'' No, we need darkness, '' Giorgio explained.

'' Let me phone my dad, '' Julia demanded.

'' And where is he ? '' Carla asked.

'' John L. H. Down town someplace I guess, '' Julia explained, `` We are on holiday, we fly back to JFK on Thursday. ``

'' American ? There is no cell phone reception in the old town, and it is probably best not to involve him yet otherwise you could be arrested again. '' Carla explained.

'' Why exactly ? '' Julia enquired.

'' Believe me they do n't need a reason, but a robust American are expected to pay big payoff, '' Carla smiled, `` But do n't interest. ``

Julia shivered, she felt moth-eaten despite the afternoon heat, her thin white skirt and stretchy red top had seemed more than enough when she left the hotel, but now suddenly she had goose bumps.

'' Lets sit down and spill the beans, '' Carla suggested.

'' OK, '' Julia agreed so they went across to a picnic tabular array with a bench and Julia carefully sat down.

'' It 's odd how traditions persist, '' Carla explained, `` It was in Roman times, you see the hard worker were being abducted so for their own protection they brought in the collar and chain. ``

'' Before that the slave girls would be raped and robbed but with the chemical chain their minder had to stand there while they did what they did, and the babyminder took the money and protected them. ``

Julia nodded, `` But that was a thousand years ago ? ``

'' It 's the Saami today, missy form Romania, Lithuania, Iran, Iraq everywhere come her to make a few dollars, '' Carla explained, '' Without laws we would be over run with foreign harlot, but this way only the prettiest can trade and that way we keep the Leontyne Price high gear. ''

'' I do n't understand. '' Julia protested.

'' Soon as the sun touches the sea you can open up for business, '' Giorgio said helpfully as the sun cast golden electron beam across the ocean as it slowly descended, `` Seven 100 dollar sign, sixty dollars a bathroom, two evenings, but then there 's split for the apprehension and room, you expert hope you do it in one because otherwise you could be here for a very long time. ``

'' All summer maybe, in a little plump for elbow room, because you wo n't continue pretty enough for the park for very long. '' Carla added.

'' No you ca n't be serious ! '' Julia protested.

'' Sure we are, '' Giorgio suggested, `` Now just slip off your panties and we can get started. ``

'' No way avail ! '' Julia cried but no one paid any attention.

'' still ! '' Carla said, `` Or we 'll gag you as well. ``

'' No ! '' Julia gasped.

Giorgio produced a small-scale but wickedly sharply pen tongue, `` custody still, '' he said as he eased it down the sash of Julia 's skirt and cut easily through the sides and elastic waistband of her scanty, first the left and then the right.

Next he cut through her bra strap before undoing the clasp and pulling the bra out from under her top.

'' I 'll get the rest of the clobber, '' Carla said, `` fall in me her brake shoe. ``

'' No ! '' Julia protested but Giorgio grabbed Julia 's plastic flip floating-point operation and handed them to Carla.

'' Watch the sea, chill, '' he suggested.

Julia looked around desperately for a means of escape, there was no one close who looked American, she could not believe the police, it seemed hopeless and then Carla returned.

'' Your size ? '' she queried as she produced some very worn ignominious strap skid with maybe four or five in heels, she jammed them on Julia 's feet and clicked them in place with a padlock through the ankle strap.

'' I ca n't walk in heels, '' Julia protested.

'' Sure you can, '' Carla laughed, now a couple of final skin senses, she said as she took stout leather handlock from her bag and fastened one around Julia 's left mortise joint fastening three straps and then the right before attaching a shortstop strand between them.

Next Giorgio held Julia 's implements of war while Carla fitted similar handlock around Juila 's wrist joint instead of the handlock, leather cuff with a connecting chain, and then she put the glossy cuff away.

A crowd was gathering, spilling out from the old townspeople and approaching along the cliff path, almost exclusively young men, `` It is nearly clock time, '' Carla announced, `` Look the sun ! ``

Julia looked, `` You see Arabian whore could not come out in the sun or they burn brown like negroes so after the fall of Egypt Gaius Julius Caesar pronounced no whore should be abroad before sun down. ``

Someone chanted, `` Ten, '' then someone elase joined, `` Nine, '' `` Eight '' the cry grew gaudy. ``

'' One last affair, '' Giorgio declared, `` You must evidence your pap so the men can see you are aroused, '' and he pulled Julia 's red top down over her breasts.

'' Oh god, you are are n't you ? '' Carla asked, `` Aroused ? ``.

Julia nodded sadly.

'' What shall the men prognosticate you ? '' Carla asked.

'' Julia, '' Julia replied.

'' It suits you, '' Giorgio replied as he lifted Julia 's doll and placed an exploratory finger's breadth on her belly where the soft pile of her loins commenced and moved down towards her clitoris and beyond.

'' No ! '' Julia moaned yet again but it was hopeless and soon Giorgio 's fingerbreadth were on the hot moist post that began to spread as his finger began to ease within her.

Julia gasped, `` Oh god. '' and the chanting reached One.

A smashing cheerfulness rose up as quite suddenly all the shutters on the shop fronts opened revealing brightly red visible radiation illuminating the close naked woman within.

'' Seven hundred dollar mark, prison term to go to work ! '' Giorgio whispered as he wormed a third digit into Julia 's sopping vagina.

Carla gently squeezed Julia 's nipples, and then took a jar from her bag and removed the lid before holding it for Giorgio..

He dipped his pollex into it, and showed Julia, `` A special portmanteau of herb and spice to ward off evilness spirits. ``

'' Like KFC ? '' Juila asked.

'' Maybe, '' Carla laughed, `` But I never caught anything when I used it, '' and Giorgio eased his spicery covered thumb deeply inside Julia 's increasingly moist sex.

The crowd was moving towards her Julia noticed and she became mindful of a line of near naked girls approaching, all bare breasted and collared and chained as she was and attended by a minder, `` dozen, '' Carla explained, `` One for each table, but you get the best table, fresh meat brisk today. ``

'' Prime cunt, '' Giorgio agreed, `` We 'll see if they will pay a hundred one dollar bill, maybe break a discount rate later. ``

'' And if I dont make the money ? '' Julia asked hopelessly.

Carla shrugged, `` Maybe someone will buy you, otherwise we take you dwelling and try again tomorrow ! ''

'' Please, '' Julia pleaded, `` pop will pay ! ``

'' Si Signor, One hundred dollar American language, '' Giorgio explained.

'' Looks dog rough, '' a marvelous bronzed Young Australian explained, `` How 's about 50. ``

'' Seventy five ? '' Julia suggested as she stared at his broad shoulders and rugged weatherbeaten face.

'' 50, '' he repeated.

'' Fifty, '' Giorgio replied, `` For a reversal job. ``

'' Nah I need a be intimate mate, hows about LX five ? '' the Australian suggested.

'' OK, '' Giorgio says.

'' Great, '' he agreed, `` I reckon its best to screw al fresco, do n't need t exchange the plane, '' he laughed as he handed over the ten one dollar bill bills.

Carla gave him five dollar bill change, `` afford up then chick, lets see the fuck hole, '' the Aussie quipped as he dropped his gasp to bring out the expectant member and testicles Julia had ever seen.

'' Oh my god ! '' she wailed.

'' Yeah, satisfaction guaranteed ! '' he said, `` I 'm microphone by the way. ``

'' Julia, '' Julia explained, `` Look ! '' but Giorgio had swung her onto the table top.

'' Nah doggy, '' microphone suggested so Giorgio pulled Julia back to give birth her plication over the prorogue end.

Giorgio showed Mike how wet she was by thrusting three finger deep inside her and then Mike 's rooster was pressing against her soft pink cunt lips.

They spread easily and his cock slowly eased into her slippery and spiced cavern, `` She uses that goop stuff rightfulness ? '' he asked as he eased in.

'' Naturally, and she has steady health arrest, '' Carla lied.

'' Ohhh it 's too big ! '' Julia gasped, `` Oh Jesus, its too big ! it hurts oh god it hurts. ``

'' pipe down, '' mike hissed, `` Its not half in yet, '' he said and he thrust rattling arduous against her.

'' Agggghhh ! '' she squealed, but he was correct inside her now and the pain filled her whole body for a fade moment before it dissolved into a strong spirit of vestal Adam. She was floating on a cloud, looking down at her own body from heaven as moving ridge of illicit pleasance coursed through her whole being.

'' Ohhh, '' she gasped, `` Oh that 's soooo well. ``

'' Gee that 's some randy Sheila, '' mike said, `` You sure she 's a pro and not some amateur ? ``

'' Yes, '' Carla agreed, `` Enjoy ! ``

'' Gee, '' Mike agreed, `` Oh fucking Hell I 'm cumming ! ``

Perspiration dripped from microphone 's os frontale as he let fly within Julia 's over satiate cunt. Her mind exploded in a series of flashing bloodless lights as his cum forced its way into her farthermost virtually secret parts.

'' Gee, '' Mike said inadequately as he pulled out and pulled his pants up, `` That Sheila puts a hell of a squeeze on, I have n't cum that quick since high school day ! ``

'' You finished ? '' a tall Australian asked.

'' Sure, cum too blooming ready, Johnno, '' Mike admitted, `` Reckon we should stick to ugly Shielas. ``

'' More like you should lay off the liquor ! '' the second Australian quipped, `` How much. ``

'' Charged me threescore five mate, '' Mike admitted.

'' sixty five ? '' he asked.

'' Sure, '' Carla agreed, `` For a short time ! ``

'' Here you go, '' he replied, as he handed Carla the cash, `` Got a Johnny ? ``

'' If you like, '' Carla replied and she fished a Durex from the bag, `` But the local. ``

'' wagerer safe than sorry, '' he said as he pushed down his khaki short and slid the rubber over his cock, `` You prepare Sheila, I 'm Robert I by the way ! '' he laughed and he quickly took up billet behind Julia and rammed his hammer right into her with a singe thrust.

'' Fucking hell she 's slippery, like a Melanogrammus aeglefinus ! '' he gasped, `` So squeeze me, do something, I 'm like a mop in a pail here. ``

Julia twisted troll to face at her assailant.

'' Oh fuck that 's so good, '' Johnno wailed as she twisted his putz by moving, `` dump microphone I 'm cumming already ! '' he wailed and he shot his load without humping her more than than a twelve times.

'' Told you mate, '' Mike laughed, `` joint to the ugli fruit OK, '' he suggested as Johnno pulled out.

'' What 's she like mat ? '' a third Australian asked.

'' Like a Ferrari spouse, monumental kick and its all over, '' Mike said, `` speculation I 'd rather have a nice slow down piece of tail with ugly Sheila if I had my time again. ``

'' Fair do, '' said the third Australian, `` I 'll move over it a Miss they hey ? ``

Julia flopped back onto the table, `` You 're doing well, a hundred and thirty in fifteen mo ! '' Carla chuckled.

'' I need a drink, '' Julia replied, `` Gee my puss is on flack. ``

'' So do I, '' Carla agreed, `` But we have a waiting line, it will have to hold back. ``

'' A hundred, senor, '' Julia confirmed to a waiting Spaniard, `` American Dollars, or Euros ! ``

'' Si, '' he agreed and handed over the cash.

The sunset was spectacular, outstanding spears of gilt flame lighting up the sea as the Spaniard eased his throbbing erection into Julia 's fiery pussy.

He thrust briefly and grunted and all too soon Julia felt her insides showered by pints of mucilaginous cum, her hale body shook with foiling, and the waiting men muttered among themselves.

'' Make it last-place more than two minutes and get a repayment ! '' Giorgio taunted, `` axial motion up bun up, one hundred dollars. ``

By now all the tabular array were occupied and 100 or maybe grand of young men wandered around the Mungo Park looking for sex, the safe unprotected sex that they naively believed the antediluvian recipe of lubricant provided.

'' Two minutes right ? '' an English lad enquired, `` No probs ! '' and he handed his hard cash to Carla.

He undid his zip and pulled out six inches of pink muscular tissue, Carla stifled a giggle, and watched as he fumbled as he tried to guide it into Julia 's waiting cunt.

'' piece of tail she 's hot, '' he admitted.

Julia was desperate now, she needed to cum, she gripped his cock as best she could but he was barely half as far into her as the Australians, `` On blimy, this is bloody fantastic, is it two minutes yet ? '' he asked.

Carla shook her head, `` Not yet, '' it was actually twenty seven sec. ``

'' Ca n't hold out much longer, Ohhhhh ! '' he exclaimed.

He collapsed across Julia 's cover, `` Not quite was it ? '' he asked.

'' No, '' Carla replied, `` Not quite. ``

'' ball, '' he replied.

'' Drink, '' Julia pleaded

Carla saw the group of men move away, obviously Julia was not providing what they wanted, she spoke to Giorgio.

'' Have a word with Marco, maybe a barter ? '' she suggested.

Giorgio handed Julia 's chain to Carla and went to find Marco who he saw some way away.

A slim French boy approached, `` Bon nuit ! '' he said awkwardly.

'' Fifty buck American English for you, '' Carla smiled, `` One L for big men ! ``

'' Oui ! '' he agreed and paid Carla with a fifty one dollar bill bill, `` Is there somewhere private ? ``

'' And lack the sunset, no, the experience is the experience of lifespan, enjoy ! '' Carla replied.

The Daniel Chester French boy dropped his dungaree jeans and boxers and his penis hung limp and lifeless.

'' Julia, suck him OK, '' Carla ordered.

'' drinkable, '' Julia replied.

'' Ok, one bit, '' Carla replied, she took a feeding bottle of Perrier water from her bag, took a swig and knelt down before the frenchman, `` Allow me, '' she said as she grasped his light beam and kissed it.

It stiffened instantly, she licked it and finally opened her mouth to take the tip between her teeth.

'' Ready, '' Carla laughed, `` You see I still have it ! ``

'' Oui ! '' he agreed and Carla guided his putz into Julia 's waiting cunt.

'' Ohhhh, '' he exclaimed, `` Is good ! ``

'' So do something with her tits, have her a effective time too, '' Carla suggested.

'' Oui, blue jean - Jaques, go for it ! '' his booster said as he walked up beside them.

'' Merde ! Phillipe, where have you been. '' he asked.

'' Fucking in the house of prostitution bar of line, '' he laughed, `` Nice and warm and private ! ``

'' Ohhhh, '' Juila gasped as Jean-Jaques twisted her nipples and humped against her, `` Thats so good ! ``

Jean-Jacques suddenly grunted his hip joint spasmed and he started to shudder as he started to shoot his load, `` Ohhh, '' he cried.

'' Oh shit ! '' Julia cried in defeat as her whole being craved sexual climax, oblivious now to the crowd of looker-on surrounding her as he fucked into her.

Giorgio|they returned Jean-Jacques was zippering up his pants as he was leaving.

'' She OK ? '' Marco asked, `` Good ride ? ``

'' Oui, '' he replied simply.

'' Francais, '' Giorio explained, `` But what you think. ``

'' Nice ass, '' Marco said, `` Can I try ? ``

'' Sure, hold her down Carla, '' Giorgio ordered.

Julia was exhausted, she did n't postulate Julia 's helping hand to hold her, she just lay over the work bench with her tail raised.

'' She take it up the ass ? '' Marco asked.

'' Not yet, '' Giorgio admitted as he watched Marco slip a prophylactic onto his short fat cock and move around behind Julia ready to fuck her.

'' Freebie right hand ? '' he asked.

'' Taster, '' Carla agreed, `` You like her then she 's one thousand dollar sign American language. ``

'' OK, '' Marco agreed as he pushed the tip of his cock past Julia 's now slightly swollen pussy lips and into her sopping wet vagina.

'' Good, very good, '' Marco agreed and he slid back out of her again.
'' Let us have a drink, I get Sabrina to fill in here, one moment. '' Marco agreed, he wiped his still inflexible peter and forced it back in his pants.

Marco returned before Carla had finished arguing with a couple of new men who were trying to negotiate a discount.

'' This is Sabrina, and El Caudillo, '' Marco explained.

Sabrina was completely naked except for leather wrist joint, ankle and apprehension simplicity identical to those Julia Good Book, the dying rays of sunlight shone on her coal black skin, `` She usually works in the bar, the fresh air will be dependable ! ``

Carla helped Julia up, her puss throbbed and her stifle buckled as she tried to walk but Giorgio and Carla supported her as they helped her to walk the 100 G or so to the shops.

The store were identical low rise Mediterranean Sea expressive style whitewashed against the sun, each narrow frontage had a pin down door and a extensive windowpane in which a missy posed provocatively or against which the curtains were drawn as she entertained.

Each store had one female child, only one girl and one client was allowed by tradition and topical anesthetic law, and only after sunset until before sunrise.

Julia stared, was this to be her future.

Bars and golf club lined the narrow-minded streets leading to the old town, too narrow down even for donkey pushcart people jostled to move around.

Julia saw a descent of uniformed policeman blocking the street, hope flared briefly and died as she saw they were preventing unlicensed women passing a line of bollards, which separated the house of ill repute legal profession from the rest of the street, `` You should experience read the notification, '' Carla said, `` No unlicensed whores after 5pm. ``

'' It was n't, '' she said, `` I do n't understand the language ! ``

A youth cleaning lady peered at them through the window beside the entry door, she looked bored.

The access charge was one hundred dollars but the doorman ushered them in on Marco 's instruction.

A barman looked on, swarthy, Spanish maybe, medium height and dressed only in safety shorts and a bow tie he stood grinning from behind the bar.

Several middle aged men sat at mesa in the lowly room.

'' Fresh meat, '' Marco laughed, `` sense it ! ``

Julia froze as a fat centre aged man lifted her doll, his fingers touched her sex sending tingle of anticipation and longing coursing through her veins.

'' She suck ? '' his friend asked.

'' fifty, '' Marco chuckled, `` On your knees bitch ! '' he said.

Julia flared angrily, but Carla reassured her, `` He calls all the girls beef, do n't concern, '' she said.

'' But ! '' Julia pleaded.

'' He is a honorable man, he understands young lady, '' Carla said reassuringly, `` We caught almost all his miss did n't we Marco ? ``

'' Yes, you know what I likes, '' Marco agreed, `` Not too fat, nice tits, sexy, you know juice up material fast. ``

'' But ! '' Julia pleaded, `` You ca n't, not sell me ! ``

'' Oh no, just hire, '' Carla said, `` A week maybe, after that you can adjudicate whether to detain on or not, that 's if he likes you. ``

'' Oh god ! '' Julia exclaimed.

'' So show me how you suck prick, '' Marco demanded as the man paid his L dollars.

'' No ! '' Julia protested but Carla pushed her face into the man 's crotch.

'' Suck ! '' Carl ordered.

Julia tried to defy but Carla pried her mouthpiece open and the swarthy middle aged man began to love her face.

'' Is adept, '' he said, `` Is very good, she suck, Agghh she bite, she bite, '' he screamed ad they dragged Julia off him with the Sir Ernst Boris Chain attached to her collar.

'' She no good, '' Marco explained, `` For brothel whore, put her in the cell ! ''

'' Ok, '' Carla agreed, `` Why ? ``

'' I want to fuck her crocked ass, '' Marco explained, `` Nice virgin motherfucker. ``

Carla went towards the entrance doorway, just to one incline was another door which she opened to reveal the buttocks of a Lester Willis Young fair sex with the number 299 tattooed on her pass on cheek

'' Hanna, '' Carla said softly, `` Break fourth dimension, '' and she lifted a wooden screen to reveal the naked
adult female 's top one-half and the street scene beyond the window.

'' commodity, I get spasm, '' the womanhood replied as she stepped backwards to authorize Carla, `` I do blow jobs yes ? ``

'' Yes, '' Marco agreed, `` Get the kick naked. ``

Julia 's skirt came down easily but then had to put out her custody to remove her blouse, `` One false move and we cut it off, Giorgio cautioned and then Julia was naked.

They manhandled her into the booth, ot was as big as a washbasin cubicle but the windowpane was set in a midst rampart and there was a stone ledge with one-half round loving cup in it where generations of bawd had been bent while men had used them.

A convenient hook secured Julia 's collar and as Carla eased her tits into the Harlan F. Stone cupful so she stared out of the tiny window at the people passing by as Carla secured her bridge player and feet to iron pack and finally brought down the screen against her lower back.

Marco was first up, but after five transactions of trying to force his fat shaft up Julia 's tight ass he gave up and rammed it brutally into Julia 's bore pussy.

'' Ohhhh, '' Julia wailed.

'' See, innate born woman of the street, '' Giorgio exclaimed.

Julia 's nous was exploding again, she hallucinated, she thought she saw her dad.

She saw her dad, with a enchained naked prostitute, in the street outside her windowpane trying to do a deal.

'' Dad ! '' she screamed, `` In here ! ``

He looked at her, `` indisputable beloved ! '' he said, `` Why you 're the spit if my girl Julia ! ``

He went inside, `` Hey how much for the tart in the window ? ``

'' One hundred dollars American, '' Giorgio explained, `` She is new Mr Marchesso is trying her out him self. ``

'' Right, so how much to have intercourse you darlin ? `` he asked Carla.

'' One thousand euros and you use a condom, '' she said looking him straight in the eye.

'' How about L ? '' he asked.

'' How about you lose fifty pounds and take a bathing tub ? '' Carla replied.

'' Hey, no penury to be personal, '' he replied, `` I 'll hold off. ``

Marco finished up, and opened the diminished darkness boarded door, `` Five hundred maybe ? '' he suggested.

'' Say you finished, I got some serious business with that working girl ! '' Julia 's Father-God insisted, `` She reminds me of my piffling Julia ! ``

Carla smiled, maybe just maybe a big paycheck was waiting.


To be continued ?