On the coast in Italian Republic July 2013


Julia was bored, a distinctive American language tourist wearing a floral mark skirt and a tight red blouse which emphasised her sizeable D cup breasts she strolled along in the sunshine. One of the drove of strange tourists thronging this ancient urban center she had really wanted to spend the summer in California but her mother insisted they took a tour of the Mediterranean instead,

heptad cites in two weeks with the tenacious days filled with shortsighted escape and farsighted bus rides and now inn the of late afternoon Julia was desperate for some heartsease and quietude. She strolled idly towards the headland with its cliff top green and stunning views of the Mediterranean sea and the legendary lucky sunset as the sun set behind the far horizon.

The cliff top park came alive each even at sundown as the sun scope was the cue for an open up air party which spontaneously erupted in the green, a large almost trilateral grassy unfold space between the townsfolk and the cliff bound, a swathe of pasturage with plentiful outing tables and work bench with the head 's drop-off boundary on two face. A curving row of shop class fronts pierced by narrow streets leading through the old town formed the tertiary face of the triangle.

The old town, unchanged for thousands of years, narrow streets with stone sets for sidewalk, too narrow down for auto or hand truck so everything was carried on hand handcart since even donkey go-cart were too wide and even two hand carts struggled to pass in places.

Traditional Mediterranean low ascension construction provided the workshop presence, seemingly hundreds of years old all painted Stanford White against the glare of the sun and each with gaily painted shutters, and all closed during the heat of the good afternoon as they awaited the sunset and the cool of the evening, the time when the old Ithiel Town came alive.



'' Do n't go anywhere alone, '' the tour guide advised, `` There are cull pockets and high-risk and when you get away from the main component part of the townsfolk, the old town is known for drugs and prostitution and the Mafioso is very alive so please do not swear 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 trees bent into the prevailing wind, towards the obelisk marked which marked the compass point of the head and occasionally stopped to withstand the stout handrail along the actual cliff bound.

She saw no drug dealers or prostitutes or even gangsters, and after her amble in the sunlight as she gripped the cliff edge balusters and gazed at the sea she did n't even agnise she was in danger.

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

She grabbed at the bag but a teenage boy was already ten yards away running like the lead with her purse in his unexpended bridge player and the blade of the knife he held in his right hired man flashing in the summertime sun.

She opened her sass to scream but no strait came out, shocked, she grasped the drop-off edge balustrade and in panic she looked for help.

Two uniform police standing by the shops in the space 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 police officer, and launched into a philippic in a nomenclature Julia could not understand.

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

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

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

The police conferred.

'' You have papers ? '' the 2nd policeman asked.

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

'' No ? '' the first gear officer queried and he again patiently explained something in a voice communication Julia could not even start out to comprehend.

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

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

A dyad approached, he in a smart suit with loose neck opening shirt, she in a black dress reaching to her knee, the cleaning woman smiled, `` Are you having difficulty ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' No, '' said Julia.

Carla smiled, `` heap of girls come here from all over European Community, it is far-famed so the law fissure 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 leash, `` Put this around your neck, '' she suggested.

'' What no way, '' Julia protested.

'' Or they will cop you, '' Carla explained, `` They think you are an unlicensed woman of the street who did n't get her money. ``

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

'' We do this all the time, '' Carla explained, `` We rescue holidaymaker and working miss, look either you play the plot, pretend that you are with us and pay our delivery fee, or you will expend at to the lowest degree 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 finely, '' Giorgio explained, `` Wear the collar which shows you are ours and we pay the payoff and you pay us back, five hundred dollar mark fee plus the payoff. ``

'' That 's extortionate ! '' Julia protested.

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

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

'' Oh, try this, '' Carla sighed and she pulled a wakeless alloy slave catch with a range of mountains from her bag
and handed it to Giorgio.

'' facial expression ! '' Julia protested but Giorgio gently lifted her long blond pilus and pried the springy collar apart to slide it around her neck, but she realised to refuse would probably imply she was arrested so she just let him ease the heavy collar around her neck and secure it with a padlock.

Carla handed each policeman an American hundred dollar handbill and they saluted and walked away smiling.

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

'' When you pay us, '' Carla said, `` Until then you are our slave whore. ``

'' What ! '' Julia protested.

'' Look, if you have no ID you have to be collared and chained it is the law, '' Carla explained,
'' The city law, the town law from the days of Julius Julius Caesar. It was for the protection of the slave girls originally but has remained in violence. ``

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

'' You should have manacle, '' Giorgio explained, `` To look reliable. ``

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

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

She felt the frigid sword and heard the click as Carla fastened the hand cuffs around her wrists.

'' smell, ok this is unearthly, '' Julia protested.

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

'' Why not now ? '' Julia asked.

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

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

'' Why exactly ? '' Julia enquired.

'' Believe me they do n't need a reasonableness, but a rich American language are expected to pay big bribes, '' Carla smiled, `` But do n't worry. ``

Julia shivered, she felt cold despite the good afternoon estrus, her thin white doll and stretchy red top had seemed more than enough when she left the hotel, but now suddenly she had jackass bumps.

'' Lets sit down and utter, '' Carla suggested.

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

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

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

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

'' It 's the Same today, lady friend form Romania, Lithuania, Iran, Iraq everywhere come her to arrive at a few dollar bill, '' Carla explained, '' Without laws we would be over run with foreign woman of the street, but this way only the prettiest can trade and that way we keep the damage high. ''

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

'' Soon as the sun touches the sea you can give up for business organization, '' Giorgio said helpfully as the sun cast golden beam across the ocean as it slowly descended, `` Seven hundred dollars, LX dollar mark a John Lackland, two evenings, but then there 's rip for the collar and elbow room, you better hope you do it in one because otherwise you could be here for a very tenacious time. ``

'' All summer maybe, in a little rear room, because you wo n't stay pretty enough for the ballpark for very long. '' Carla added.

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

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

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

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

'' No ! '' Julia gasped.

Giorgio produced a humble but wickedly sharp pen knife, `` Hold still, '' he said as he eased it down the waistband of Julia 's skirt and cut easily through the slope and elastic band waistband of her pantie, first the left and then the right.

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

'' I 'll get the eternal rest of the poppycock, '' Carla said, `` have me her skid. ``

'' No ! '' Julia protested but Giorgio grabbed Julia 's charge plate somerset flops and handed them to Carla.

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

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

'' Your size ? '' she queried as she produced some very worn Negro shoulder strap shoes with maybe four or five inch heels, she jammed them on Julia 's groundwork and clicked them in property with a padlock through the ankle joint strap.

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

'' Sure you can, '' Carla laughed, now a couple of last touches, she said as she took stout leather turnup from her bag and fastened one around Julia 's go out articulatio talocruralis fastening three strap and then the rightfulness before attaching a short chain between them.

Next Giorgio held Julia 's arms while Carla fitted similar cuffs around Juila 's wrist instead of the handcuffs, leather handlock with a connecting Sir Ernst Boris Chain, and then she put the glistening handcuff away.

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

Julia looked, `` You see Arab whores could not come out in the sun or they burn brown like blackamoor so after the gloaming of Arab Republic 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 louder. ``

'' One last thing, '' Giorgio declared, `` You must indicate your boob 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 phone you ? '' Carla asked.

'' Julia, '' Julia replied.

'' It suits you, '' Giorgio replied as he lifted Julia 's wench and placed an explorative finger on her belly where the flabby down of her pubes commenced and moved down towards her clitoris and beyond.

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

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

A great sunniness rose up as quite suddenly all the shutters on the shop presence opened revealing vivid red lights illuminating the draw close naked cleaning woman within.

'' Seven hundred dollars, time to go to work ! '' Giorgio whispered as he wormed a tertiary finger's breadth 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 thumb into it, and showed Julia, `` A limited blending of herbs and spices to guard off evil spirits. ``

'' Like KFC ? '' Juila asked.

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

The crowd was moving towards her Julia noticed and she became cognizant of a line of near naked girls approaching, all bare breasted and collared and chained as she was and attended by a babyminder, `` 12, '' Carla explained, `` One for each mesa, but you get the expert table, novel heart and soul novel today. ``

'' Prime cunt, '' Giorgio agreed, `` We 'll see if they will pay a hundred dollar sign, maybe give a deduction later. ``

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

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

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

'' Si Signor, One hundred one dollar bill American, '' Giorgio explained.

'' feel dog rough, '' a tall bronzed young Australian explained, `` How 's about fifty. ``

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

'' L, '' he repeated.

'' fifty dollar bill, '' Giorgio replied, `` For a black eye job. ``

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

'' OK, '' Giorgio says.

'' Great, '' he agreed, `` I reckon its best to love al fresco, do n't need t change the sheets, '' he laughed as he handed over the ten dollar bills.

Carla gave him five dollars change, `` Open up then bird, lets see the fuck muddle, '' the Aboriginal Australian quipped as he dropped his pants to reveal the biggest phallus and egg 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, '' Mike suggested so Giorgio pulled Julia back to deliver her bend over the prorogue end.

Giorgio showed microphone how wet she was by thrusting three fingers trench inside her and then Mike 's cock was pressing against her diffuse pink slit lips.

They spread easily and his cock slowly eased into her slippery and spiced cavern, `` She uses that slant-eye hooey right ? '' he asked as he eased in.

'' Naturally, and she has veritable health check mark, '' Carla lied.

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

'' organ pipe down, '' Mike hissed, `` Its not one-half in yet, '' he said and he thrust actual tough against her.

'' Agggghhh ! '' she squealed, but he was right inside her now and the pain filled her whole body for a fleeting moment before it dissolved into a warm feeling of pure transport. She was floating on a swarm, looking down at her own dead body from heaven as waves of illicit pleasure coursed through her unharmed being.

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

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

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

'' Gee, '' microphone agreed, `` Oh fucking hell I 'm cumming ! ``

Perspiration dripped from microphone 's forehead as he let fly within Julia 's over filled cunt. Her mind exploded in a series of flashing white twinkle as his cum forced its way into her furthest most secret parts.

'' Gee, '' Mike said inadequately as he pulled out and pulled his bloomers up, `` That Sheila puts a Hades of a squeeze on, I have n't cum that nimble since eminent school ! ``

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

'' Sure, cum too bloody quick, Johnno, '' microphone admitted, `` Reckon we should stick to ugly Shielas. ``

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

'' Charged me sixty five checkmate, '' microphone admitted.

'' Sixty five ? '' he asked.

'' for certain, '' Carla agreed, `` For a short metre ! ``

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

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

'' better safe than sorry, '' he said as he pushed down his khaki short pants and slid the golosh over his cock, `` You ready Sheila, I 'm Bruce by the way ! '' he laughed and he quickly took up view behind Julia and rammed his hammer right into her with a singe thrust.

'' Fucking netherworld she 's slippery, like a haddock ! '' he gasped, `` So squeeze me, do something, I 'm like a mop in a bucket here. ``

Julia twisted round to look at her assailant.

'' Oh fuck that 's so goodness, '' Johnno wailed as she twisted his cock by moving, `` whoreson Mike I 'm cumming already ! '' he wailed and he shot his lading without humping her more than a dozen times.

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

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

'' Like a Ferrari Ilex paraguariensis, massive rush and its all over, '' Mike said, `` Guess I 'd rather have a Nice slow up nookie with ugly Sheila if I had my time again. ``

'' Fair do, '' said the third Aussie, `` I 'll hold it a Miss they hey ? ``

Julia flopped back onto the tabular array, `` You 're doing well, a hundred and thirty in xv second ! '' Carla chuckled.

'' I need a drinking, '' Julia replied, `` Gee my festering is on flack. ``

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

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

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

The sundown was dramatic, neat spears of golden 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 interior showered by dry pint of glutinous cum, her hale body shook with defeat, and the waiting men muttered among themselves.

'' Make it last Thomas More than two minutes and get a refund ! '' Giorgio taunted, `` paradiddle up Roll up, one hundred dollars. ``

By now all the tables were occupied and hundred or maybe thousands of young men wandered around the ballpark looking for sex, the safe unprotected sex that they naively believed the ancient recipe of lubricant provided.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He collapsed across Julia 's back, `` 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 Sir Ernst Boris 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 dollars American language for you, '' Carla smiled, `` One fifty dollar bill for big men ! ``

'' Oui ! '' he agreed and paid Carla with a fifty dollar eyeshade, `` Is there somewhere common soldier ? ``

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

The French boy dropped his dungaree jeans and boxers and his member hung hitch and lifeless.

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

'' Drink, '' Julia replied.

'' Ok, one bit, '' Carla replied, she took a bottle of Perrier piddle from her bag, took a swig 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 oral cavity to take the tip between her teeth.

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

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

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

'' So do something with her titmouse, give her a good time too, '' Carla suggested.

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

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

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

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

Jean-Jacques suddenly grunted his hips spasmed and he started to thrill as he started to pip his consignment, `` Ohhh, '' he cried.

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

Giorgio|they returned Jean-Jacques was zippering up his knickers 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 demand Julia 's hand to hold her, she just lay over the terrace with her undersurface raised.

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

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

'' Freebie right ? '' he asked.

'' taster, '' Carla agreed, `` You like her then she 's one thousand clam American. ``

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

'' goodness, very honest, '' Marco agreed and he slid back out of her again.
'' Let us have a crapulence, I get Sabrina to fulfill in here, one present moment. '' Marco agreed, he wiped his still rigid cock and forced it back in his pants.

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

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

Sabrina was completely naked except for leather wrist, ankle joint and apprehend restraints identical to those Julia word, the dying rays of sunlight shone on her jet black skin, `` She usually works in the bar, the wise air will be good ! ``

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

The shop were selfsame low rise Mediterranean style whitewashed against the sun, each narrow facade had a narrow door and a wide window in which a girl posed provocatively or against which the curtains were drawn as she entertained.

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

Julia stared, was this to be her future.

Bars and clubs lined the narrow streets leading to the old township, too narrow even for donkey carts people jostled to move around.

Julia saw a line of uniformed officers blocking the street, hope flared briefly and died as she saw they were preventing unlicensed women passing a furrow of bollards, which separated the brothel bars from the rest of the street, `` You should have read the notice, '' Carla said, `` No unaccredited cyprian after 5pm. ``

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

A youthful cleaning lady peered at them through the window beside the entering door, she looked world-weary.

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

A barman looked on, swarthy, Spanish maybe, culture medium meridian and dressed only in galosh short circuit and a bow tie he stood grinning from behind the bar.

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

'' Fresh nitty-gritty, '' Marco laughed, `` feel it ! ``

Julia froze as a fat center aged man lifted her skirt, his fingers touched her sex sending shivers of prediction and longing coursing through her veins.

'' She suck ? '' his friend asked.

'' 50, '' Marco chuckled, `` On your knee bitch ! '' he said.

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

'' But ! '' Julia pleaded.

'' He is a salutary man, he understands female child, '' 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, nice tits, sexy, you know juice up real fast. ``

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

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

'' Oh god ! '' Julia exclaimed.

'' So point me how you suck cock, '' 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 protest but Carla pried her mouth assailable and the swarthy center aged man began to fuck her face.

'' Is good, '' 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 undecomposed, '' Marco explained, `` For brothel sporting lady, put her in the carrell ! ''

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

'' I want to have sex her tight ass, '' Marco explained, `` Nice virgin cocksucker. ``

Carla went towards the entrance door, just to one side was another room access which she opened to expose the buttocks of a Lester Willis Young woman with the act 299 tattooed on her left boldness

'' Hanna, '' Carla said softly, `` Break clock time, '' and she lifted a wooden screen to unveil the naked
woman 's top one-half and the street conniption beyond the window.

'' goodness, I get cramp, '' the womanhood replied as she stepped backwards to pass Carla, `` I do botch jobs yes ? ``

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

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

They manhandled her into the cubicle, ot was as big as a lavatory stall but the window was set in a thick paries and there was a Isidor Feinstein Stone ledge with half round loving cup in it where generations of whores had been bent while men had used them.

A convenient hook secured Julia 's collar and as Carla eased her tits into the Stone cups so she stared out of the tiny window at the the great unwashed passing by as Carla secured her custody and invertebrate foot to iron rings and finally brought down the screen against her lower back.

Marco was first up, but after five minute of trying to hale his fat turncock up Julia 's wet ass he gave up and rammed it brutally into Julia 's eagre pussy.

'' Ohhhh, '' Julia wailed.

'' See, natural born working girl, '' Giorgio exclaimed.

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

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

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

He looked at her, `` Sure honey ! '' he said, `` Why you 're the expectoration if my girl Julia ! ``

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

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

'' right wing, so how a good deal 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 Cypriot pound and involve a bathtub ? '' Carla replied.

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

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

'' Say you finished, I got some serious concern with that whore ! '' Julia 's father insisted, `` She reminds me of my little Julia ! ``

Carla smiled, maybe just maybe a big payroll check was waiting.


To be continued ?