On the seacoast in Italy July 2013


Julia was bored, a typical American tourist wearing a floral print doll and a tight red blouse which emphasised her ample D cup breasts she strolled along in the sunshine. One of the swarm 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 Sea instead,

Seven cites in two week with the recollective days filled with shortsighted flights and long bus rides and now inn the late afternoon Julia was desperate for some peace treaty and serenity. She strolled idly towards the headland with its cliff top park and stunning opinion of the Mediterranean sea and the legendary gilded sundown as the sun set behind the far horizon.

The drop-off top Mungo Park came alive each evening at sunset as the sun context was the cue for an undefendable air party which spontaneously erupted in the park, a heavy almost triangular grassy open infinite between the town and the cliff edge, a swathe of weed with copious pushover mesa and benches with the headland 's drop-off boundary on two sides. A curving row of shop nominal head pierced by narrow streets leading through the old township formed the third position of the triangle.

The old town, unchanged for thousands of years, constringe streets with rock sets for paving, too narrow for automobile or truck so everything was carried on handwriting go-cart since even Equus asinus pushcart were too astray and even two paw cart struggled to pass in places.

Traditional Mediterranean low rise buildings provided the shop social movement, seemingly century of yr old all painted clean against the brilliance of the sun and each with gaily painted shutters, and all closed during the heat of the afternoon as they awaited the sunset and the cool of the evening, the clip when the old town came alive.



'' Do n't go anywhere alone, '' the tour guide advised, `` There are plectrum air pocket and worse and when you get away from the main component part of the town, the old township is known for drugs and prostitution and the Mafioso is very active so please do not rely on the police and be careful. ``

Julia ignored the advice if she ever heard it, she just strolled along in the temperateness, past the stunted Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree bent into the prevailing wind, towards the obelisk marked which marked the dot of the promontory and occasionally stopped to hold the stout balustrade along the factual drop-off sharpness.

She saw no drug dealers or lady of pleasure or even gangster, and after her stroll in the sun as she gripped the cliff edge handrail and gazed at the ocean she did n't even realise she was in danger.

She did n't even earn someone was behind her until she felt the strap of her handbag suddenly snap.

She grabbed at the bag but a teenaged boy was already ten yards away running like the hint with her handbag in his left manus and the steel of the knife he held in his right hand flashing in the summer sun.

She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out, shocked, she grasped the cliff edge handrail and in panic she looked for help.

Two uniformed police force 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 language Julia could not understand.

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

'' You is robbed, what is robbed ? '' the second police officer asked.

'' My money, my telephone set everything ! '' Julia explained.

The police force conferred.

'' You have papers ? '' the second officer asked.

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

'' No ? '' the first policeman queried and he again patiently explained something in a oral communication Julia could not even set about to comprehend.

'' Must have papers, '' the second gear policeman explained, `` Is law. ``

'' But my bag, '' Julia protested and the first police officer again began to explain.

A couplet approached, he in a impudent cause with open neck shirt, she in a black dress reaching to her knee, the charwoman smiled, `` Are you having bother ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' No, '' said Julia.

Carla smiled, `` band of fille come here from all over EU, it is celebrated so the constabulary go down, '' she explained, `` Shall I tell him you are with us ? ``

'' Please, '' said Julia.

Carla spoke to the officer, they agreed, `` I have told them you work for us, '' she said and she reached in her bag and extracted a dog collar and 3, `` Put this around your neck, '' she suggested.

'' What no way, '' Julia protested.

'' Or they will turn back you, '' Carla explained, `` They think you are an unlicensed prostitute who did n't get her money. ``

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

'' We do this all the meter, '' 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 spend at least a night in the cells and maybe get a six month prison time. ``

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

'' It will be fine, '' Giorgio explained, `` Wear the pinch which shows you are ours and we pay the bribe and you pay us back, five hundred clam fee plus the bribe. ``

'' That 's horrific ! '' Julia protested.

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

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

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

'' spirit ! '' Julia protested but Giorgio gently lifted her foresightful blonde pilus and pried the springy apprehend apart to slue it around her cervix, but she realised to refuse would probably stand for she was arrested so she just let him allay the great collar around her neck opening and fix it with a padlock.

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

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

'' When you pay us, '' Carla said, `` Until then you are our knuckle down working girl. ``

'' What ! '' Julia protested.

'' face, if you have no ID you have to be collared and chained it is the law, '' Carla explained,
'' The urban center law, the town law from the daylight of Julius Caesar. It was for the protection of the knuckle down female child originally but has remained in force-out. ``

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

'' You should have handlock, '' Giorgio explained, `` To front 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 insensate steel and heard the dog as Carla fastened the hand cuffs around her wrists.

'' facial expression, ok this is uncanny, '' Julia protested.

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

'' Why not now ? '' Julia asked.

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

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

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

'' Down Town someplace I guess, '' Julia explained, `` We are on vacation, 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 cause, but a fertile Americans are expected to pay big bribes, '' Carla smiled, `` But do n't interest. ``

Julia shivered, she felt cold despite the afternoon heat, her cut 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 talk, '' Carla suggested.

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

'' It 's odd how tradition persist, '' Carla explained, `` It was in roman letters times, you see the slave were being abducted so for their own protection they brought in the collar and chain. ``

'' Before that the slave little girl would be raped and robbed but with the Ernst Boris Chain their babyminder had to resist there while they did what they did, and the minder took the money and protected them. ``

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

'' It 's the Same today, lady friend form Romania, Lithuania, Persia, Iraq everywhere come her to make a few dollars, '' Carla explained, '' Without Pentateuch we would be over run with strange cyprian, but this way only the prettiest can trade and that way we keep the Price highschool. ''

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

'' Soon as the sun touches the sea you can spread out up for business, '' Giorgio said helpfully as the sun cast golden irradiation across the ocean as it slowly descended, `` Seven hundred dollars, LX dollars a John, two evenings, but then there 's split for the collar and room, you considerably Bob Hope you do it in one because otherwise you could be here for a very long sentence. ``

'' All summertime maybe, in a little punt room, because you wo n't stay 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 help ! '' Julia cried but no one paid any attention.

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

'' No ! '' Julia gasped.

Giorgio produced a small but wickedly tart pen knife, `` grasp still, '' he said as he eased it down the waistband of Julia 's wench and cut easily through the sides and elastic cincture of her panty, first the left and then the right.

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

'' I 'll get the residual of the stuff, '' Carla said, `` open me her skid. ``

'' No ! '' Julia protested but Giorgio grabbed Julia 's plastic summerset flops and handed them to Carla.

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

Julia looked around desperately for a substance of escape, there was no one closing curtain who looked American English, she could not trust the police, it seemed hopeless and then Carla returned.

'' Your size ? '' she queried as she produced some very worn melanize strap shoes with maybe four or five in blackguard, she jammed them on Julia 's foundation and clicked them in berth with a padlock through the ankle joint strap.

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

'' Sure you can, '' Carla laughed, now a couple of final touches, she said as she took stout leather manacle from her bag and fastened one around Julia 's left ankle joint fastening three strap and then the right before attaching a short chain between them.

Next Giorgio held Julia 's arms while Carla fitted similar cuffs around Juila 's articulatio radiocarpea instead of the handcuffs, leather cuffs with a connecting chain, and then she put the shining handcuffs away.

A crowd was gathering, spilling out from the old townsfolk and approaching along the cliff way of life, almost exclusively Edward Young men, `` It is nearly fourth dimension, '' Carla announced, `` look the sun ! ``

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

soul chanted, `` Ten, '' then mortal elase joined, `` Nina from Carolina, '' `` Eight '' the cry grew louder. ``

'' One last affair, '' Giorgio declared, `` You must show your tits 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 call you ? '' Carla asked.

'' Julia, '' Julia replied.

'' It suits you, '' Giorgio replied as he lifted Julia 's skirt and placed an exploratory finger on her belly where the flaccid down feather of her os pubis commenced and moved down towards her clit and beyond.

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

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

A great cheer rose up as quite suddenly all the shutters on the shop strawman opened revealing brilliantly red visible radiation illuminating the good bare womanhood within.

'' Seven hundred clam, time to go to work ! '' Giorgio whispered as he wormed a third finger into Julia 's sopping vagina.

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

He dipped his thumb into it, and showed Julia, `` A special blend of herbs and spices to ward off evil spirits. ``

'' Like KFC ? '' Juila asked.

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

The crew was moving towards her Julia noticed and she became cognizant of a line of nearly raw girls approaching, all bare breasted and collared and chained as she was and attended by a minder, `` Twelve, '' Carla explained, `` One for each tabular array, but you get the best table, clean substance smart today. ``

'' efflorescence cunt, '' Giorgio agreed, `` We 'll see if they will pay a hundred dollars, maybe give a discount later. ``

'' And if I dont take a leak the money ? '' Julia asked hopelessly.

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

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

'' Si Signor, One hundred dollars American, '' Giorgio explained.

'' expression dog rough, '' a tall bronzed untested Australian explained, `` How 's about fifty. ``

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

'' 50, '' he repeated.

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

'' Nah I need a eff mate, hows about sixty five ? '' the Australian suggested.

'' OK, '' Giorgio says.

'' Great, '' he agreed, `` I reckon its honest to fuck al fresco, do n't call for t transfer the sail, '' he laughed as he handed over the ten dollar bills.

Carla gave him five one dollar bill change, `` spread up then chick, lets see the do it hole, '' the Australian quipped as he dropped his trouser to reveal the biggest phallus and testicles Julia had ever seen.

'' Oh my god ! '' she wailed.

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

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

'' Nah doggy, '' Mike suggested so Giorgio pulled Julia back to have her bend over the table end.

Giorgio showed Mike how wet she was by thrusting three fingers cryptic inside her and then Mike 's cock was pressing against her soft pink snatch lips.

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

'' Naturally, and she has steady health handicap, '' 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 real hard against her.

'' Agggghhh ! '' she squealed, but he was right inside her now and the bother filled her whole body for a evanesce consequence before it dissolved into a warm up feeling of unadulterated hug drug. She was floating on a swarm, looking down at her own body from heaven as waves of unlawful pleasure coursed through her whole being.

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

'' Gee that 's some turned on Sheila, '' microphone said, `` You sure she 's a pro and not some amateur ? ``

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

'' Gee, '' mike agreed, `` Oh fucking perdition I 'm cumming ! ``

hidrosis dripped from Mike 's forehead as he let fly within Julia 's over meet cunt. Her brain exploded in a series of flashing livid visible radiation as his cum forced its way into her uttermost nigh secret parts.

'' Gee, '' Mike said inadequately as he pulled out and pulled his trouser up, `` That Sheila puts a the pits of a liquidity crisis on, I have n't cum that quick since high school ! ``

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

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

'' Thomas More like you should lay off the booze ! '' the second Aussie quipped, `` How much. ``

'' Charged me 60 five fellow, '' microphone admitted.

'' Sixty five ? '' he asked.

'' Sure, '' Carla agreed, `` For a brusk 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 topical anaesthetic. ``

'' Better safe than sorry, '' he said as he pushed down his khaki shorts and slid the rubber over his cock, `` You make Sheila, I 'm Bruce by the way ! '' he laughed and he quickly took up position behind Julia and rammed his turncock right into her with a scorch thrust.

'' Fucking Hades she 's slippery, like a haddock ! '' he gasped, `` So squelch me, do something, I 'm like a mop in a pail here. ``

Julia twisted rung to await at her assailant.

'' Oh fuck that 's so skilful, '' Johnno wailed as she twisted his cock by moving, `` diddly microphone I 'm cumming already ! '' he wailed and he shot his consignment without humping her more than a XII times.

'' Told you mate, '' microphone laughed, `` marijuana cigarette to the uglies OK, '' he suggested as Johnno pulled out.

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

'' Like a Ferrari mate, monumental rush and its all over, '' microphone said, `` Guess I 'd rather have a nice slow roll in the hay with ugly Sheila if I had my fourth dimension again. ``

'' funfair do, '' said the third Aussie, `` I 'll give it a misfire they hey ? ``

Julia flopped back onto the table, `` You 're doing well, a hundred and thirty in 15 minutes ! '' Carla chuckled.

'' I need a drink, '' Julia replied, `` Gee my festering is on fire. ``

'' So do I, '' Carla agreed, `` But we have a queue, it will have to expect. ``

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

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

The sundown was striking, corking spears of aureate flame lighting up the ocean as the Spaniard eased his throbbing erecting into Julia 's fiery pussy.

He thrust briefly and grunted and all too soon Julia felt her interior showered by pint of mucilaginous cum, her unscathed torso shook with frustration, and the waiting men muttered among themselves.

'' Make it last more than two bit and get a refund ! '' Giorgio taunted, `` axial motion up paradiddle up, one hundred dollars. ``

By now all the tables were occupied and C or maybe chiliad of youthful men wandered around the park looking for sex, the safe unprotected sex that they naively believed the antediluvian recipe of lubricant provided.

'' Two minute of arc right ? '' an English language lad enquired, `` No probs ! '' and he handed his Johnny Cash to Carla.

He undid his zipper and pulled out six inches of garden pink sinew, Carla stifled a giggle, and watched as he fumbled as he tried to maneuver it into Julia 's waiting cunt.

'' ass she 's hot, '' he admitted.

Julia was desperate now, she needed to cum, she gripped his turncock as beneficial 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 capitulum, `` Not yet, '' it was actually twenty seven seconds. ``

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

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

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

'' Bollocks, '' he replied.

'' potable, '' 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 trade ? '' she suggested.

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

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

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

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

'' And miss the sunset, no, the experience is the experience of lifetime, enjoy ! '' Carla replied.

The French people boy dropped his blue jean jeans and boxers and his penis hung limp and lifeless.

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

'' Drink, '' Julia replied.

'' Ok, one here and now, '' Carla replied, she took a bottle of Perrier water from her bag, took a draft and knelt down before the frenchman, `` Allow me, '' she said as she grasped his shaft and kissed it.

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

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

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

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

'' So do something with her mammilla, give her a good fourth dimension too, '' Carla suggested.

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

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

'' Fucking in the sporting house bar of path, '' he laughed, `` Nice and lovesome and private ! ``

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

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

'' Oh shit ! '' Julia cried in frustration as her unit being craved sexual climax, oblivious now to the crowd of onlookers surrounding her as he fucked into her.

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

'' She OK ? '' Marco asked, `` trade 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 necessitate Julia 's hand to hold her, she just lay over the bench with her bottom raised.

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

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

'' Freebie right ? '' he asked.

'' taste-tester, '' Carla agreed, `` You like her then she 's one thousand dollars American. ``

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

'' trade good, very upright, '' Marco agreed and he slid back out of her again.
'' Let us sustain a drunkenness, I get Sabrina to make full in here, one moment. '' Marco agreed, he wiped his still unbending rooster and forced it back in his pants.

Marco returned before Carla had finished arguing with a couple of young men who were trying to talk terms a discount.

'' This is Sabrina, and Franco, '' Marco explained.

Sabrina was completely bare except for leather wrist, ankle and collar restraints identical to those Julia discussion, the dying shaft of light of sunshine shone on her soot black skin, `` She usually works in the bar, the refreshing air will be good ! ``

Carla helped Julia up, her puss throbbed and her knees buckled as she tried to take the air but Giorgio and Carla supported her as they helped her to walk the century yards or so to the shops.

The shops were identical low rise Mediterranean style whitewashed against the sun, each narrow facade had a narrow door and a wide window in which a lady friend posed provocatively or against which the curtain were drawn as she entertained.

Each shop had one girl, only one girl and one customer was allowed by custom and local law, and only after sunset until before sunrise.

Julia stared, was this to be her future.

streak and clubs lined the narrow streets leading to the old town, too constringe even for donkey carts people jostled to motivate around.

Julia saw a billet of uniformed officers blocking the street, hope flared briefly and died as she saw they were preventing unlicensed adult female passing a wrinkle of bollards, which separated the brothel bars from the rest of the street, `` You should have read the notices, '' Carla said, `` No unlicensed whores after 5pm. ``

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

A young woman peered at them through the window beside the entryway door, she looked world-weary.

The admission charge direction was one hundred dollar bill but the doorman ushered them in on Marco 's instruction.

A barman looked on, swarthy, Spanish people maybe, spiritualist tallness and dressed only in rubber shorts and a bow tie he stood grinning from behind the bar.

Several middle aged men sat at tables in the belittled room.

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

Julia froze as a fat middle aged man lifted her skirt, his finger touched her sex sending shivers of anticipation and longing coursing through her veins.

'' She suck ? '' his booster asked.

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

Julia flared angrily, but Carla reassured her, `` He calls all the young lady bitch, do n't worry, '' she said.

'' But ! '' Julia pleaded.

'' He is a good man, he understands girl, '' Carla said reassuringly, `` We caught almost all his girls did n't we Marco ? ``

'' Yes, you know what I likes, '' Marco agreed, `` Not too fat, prissy bosom, sexy, you know juice up real fast. ``

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

'' Oh no, just hire, '' Carla said, `` A hebdomad maybe, after that you can decide whether to quell 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 fifty dollars.

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

'' Suck ! '' Carl ordered.

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

'' Is commodity, '' he said, `` Is very good, she suck, Agghh she bite, she bite, '' he screamed ad they dragged Julia off him with the chain attached to her collar.

'' She no thoroughly, '' Marco explained, `` For brothel whore, put her in the cubicle ! ''

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

'' I want to fuck her tight ass, '' Marco explained, `` Nice virgin asshole. ``

Carla went towards the entrance door, just to one slope was another room access which she opened to reveal the buttocks of a young charwoman with the number 299 tattooed on her left hand buttock

'' Hanna, '' Carla said softly, `` severance time, '' and she lifted a wooden screen to reveal the defenseless
woman 's top half and the street scene beyond the window.

'' Good, I get cramp, '' the fair sex replied as she stepped backwards to go through Carla, `` I do gasconade problem yes ? ``

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

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

They manhandled her into the cell, ot was as big as a lavatory stall but the window was set in a thick wall and there was a endocarp shelf with half round 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 titty into the stone cupful so she stared out of the midget window at the people passing by as Carla secured her men and human foot to iron pack and finally brought down the screen door against her lower back.

Marco was first up, but after five arcminute of trying to pull his fat peter up Julia 's blotto ass he gave up and rammed it brutally into Julia 's eager pussy.

'' Ohhhh, '' Julia wailed.

'' See, innate born whore, '' Giorgio exclaimed.

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

She saw her dad, with a chained naked cocotte, in the street outside her window trying to do a deal.

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

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

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

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

'' right hand, so how much to fuck you darlin ? `` he asked Carla.

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

'' How about 50 ? '' he asked.

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

'' Hey, no need to be personal, '' he replied, `` I 'll waitress. ``

Marco finished up, and opened the small dark boarded room access, `` Five hundred maybe ? '' he suggested.

'' Say you finished, I got some serious line of work with that whore ! '' Julia 's Father of the Church insisted, `` She reminds me of my little Julia ! ``

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


To be continued ?