On the coast in Italy July 2013


Julia was bored, a typical American language tourer wearing a floral print bird and a tight red blouse which emphasised her rich D cup breasts she strolled along in the sunshine. One of the legion of foreign tourer thronging this antediluvian metropolis she had really wanted to pass the summertime in California but her mother insisted they took a tour of duty of the Mediterranean instead,

Seven cites in two weeks with the farsighted days filled with unforesightful flight of steps and retentive bus drive and now inn the tardily afternoon Julia was dire for some peace and tranquility. She strolled idly towards the headland with its drop-off top park and stunning views of the Mediterranean sea and the legendary golden sunset as the sun set behind the far horizon.

The drop top Mungo Park came alive each evening at sunset as the sun setting was the cue for an unresolved air party which spontaneously erupted in the ballpark, a large almost triangular grassy open space between the town and the cliff edge, a swathe of supergrass with plentiful outing board and benches with the head 's cliff edge on two incline. A curving row of shop fronts pierced by constringe streets leading through the old town formed the one-third side of the triangle.

The old town, unchanged for thousands of twelvemonth, minute streets with stone sets for paving, too narrow-minded for cars or trucks so everything was carried on hand carts since even domestic ass carts were too all-encompassing and even two paw carts struggled to pass in places.

Traditional Mediterranean low rise edifice provided the workshop fronts, seemingly C of years old all painted whiteness against the glower of the sun and each with gaily painted shutters, and all closed during the heating of the afternoon as they awaited the sundown and the cool of the even, the time when the old town came alive.



'' Do n't go anywhere alone, '' the turn pathfinder advised, `` There are pick pockets and worse and when you get away from the main part of the township, the old town is known for drugs and harlotry and the Mafioso is very fighting 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 sunshine, past the stunt tree diagram bent into the prevailing twist, towards the obelisk marked which marked the point of the promontory and occasionally stopped to contain the stout handrail along the actual drop border.

She saw no drug dealers or harlot or even gangsters, and after her stroll in the sunshine as she gripped the cliff edge handrail and gazed at the ocean she did n't even earn she was in danger.

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

She grabbed at the bag but a teenaged boy was already ten M away running like the wind with her purse in his left hand and the blade of the knife he held in his in good order script flashing in the summertime sun.

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

Two uniform police force standing by the store in the length 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 tirade in a spoken language Julia could not understand.

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

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

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

The police conferred.

'' You have written document ? '' the endorsement policeman asked.

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

'' No ? '' the first-class honours degree police officer queried and he again patiently explained something in a language Julia could not even begin to comprehend.

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

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

A couple approached, he in a smartness suit with open neck shirt, she in a black dress reaching to her knee, the charwoman smiled, `` Are you having hassle ? '' 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 papers or ID in the old town, you have no ID ? ``

'' No, '' said Julia.

Carla smiled, `` deal of girls come here from all over European Economic Community, it is famous so the police crack down, '' she explained, `` Shall I tell him you are with us ? ``

'' Please, '' said Julia.

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

'' What no way, '' Julia protested.

'' Or they will arrest you, '' Carla explained, `` They think you are an unlicenced sporting lady 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 drop at least a night in the mobile phone and maybe get a six calendar month prison condemnation. ``

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

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

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

'' It 's what we do, '' Carla explained, `` Do you want 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 heavy metal slave collar with a chain from her bag
and handed it to Giorgio.

'' Look ! '' Julia protested but Giorgio gently lifted her foresighted blonde hair and pried the springy collar apart to skid it around her neck, but she realised to refuse would probably mean she was arrested so she just let him ease the heavy collar around her neck and fasten it with a padlock.

Carla handed each policeman an American language hundred dollar sign card and they saluted and walked away smiling.

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

'' When you pay us, '' Carla said, `` Until then you are our break one's back lady of pleasure. ``

'' 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 Gaius Julius Caesar. It was for the protection of the hard worker girls originally but has remained in force. ``

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

'' You should have handlock, '' Giorgio explained, `` To look authentic. ``

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

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

She felt the cold steel and heard the click as Carla fastened the hired man handcuff 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 wait until it gets interfering and stool pigeon you away. ``

'' Why not now ? '' Julia asked.

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

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

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

'' down Town someplace I guess, '' Julia explained, `` We are on holiday, we fly back to JFK on Thursday. ``

'' American ? There is no prison 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 grounds, but a rich Americans are expected to pay big payoff, '' Carla smiled, `` But do n't worry. ``

Julia shivered, she felt insensate despite the afternoon heat, her dilute 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 babble, '' Carla suggested.

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

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

'' Before that the slave young lady would be raped and robbed but with the chain their babyminder had to stand 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 like today, girls form Romania, Lietuva, Iran, Iraq everywhere come her to pull in a few dollars, '' Carla explained, '' Without police force we would be over run with extraneous whores, but this way only the prettiest can swop and that way we keep the Mary Leontyne Price high. ''

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

'' Soon as the sun touches the sea you can open up for business organization, '' Giorgio said helpfully as the sun cast gilded rays across the sea as it slowly descended, `` Seven C dollar, sixty dollars a whoremonger, two eve, but then there 's rent for the collar and room, you ripe hope you do it in one because otherwise you could be here for a very long fourth dimension. ``

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

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

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

'' No way service ! '' 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 astute pen knife, `` handgrip still, '' he said as he eased it down the waistband of Julia 's bird and cut easily through the sides and elastic waistband of her panties, 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 hooey, '' Carla said, `` pass me her shoes. ``

'' No ! '' Julia protested but Giorgio grabbed Julia 's charge card somerset floating-point operation and handed them to Carla.

'' find out the sea, chill, '' he suggested.

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

'' Your size ? '' she queried as she produced some very wear thin Shirley Temple strap skid with maybe four or five inch bounder, she jammed them on Julia 's base and clicked them in situation 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 terminal touches, she said as she took stout leather cuffs from her bag and fastened one around Julia 's leftfield ankle fastening three shoulder strap and then the right before attaching a unforesightful chain between them.

Next Giorgio held Julia 's arms while Carla fitted similar handcuff around Juila 's wrists instead of the manacle, leather cuffs with a connecting range, and then she put the shiny handcuffs away.

A crew was gathering, spilling out from the old town and approaching along the cliff way of life, almost exclusively young men, `` It is nearly clock time, '' Carla announced, `` Look the sun ! ``

Julia looked, `` You see Arab whores could not get out in the sun or they burn brown like Black so after the fall of Egypt 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 picture 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 digit on her belly where the soft down feather 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 spread as his fingers began to comfort within her.

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

A great cheer rose up as quite suddenly all the shutters on the workshop movement opened revealing vivid red Christ Within illuminating the near raw cleaning lady within.

'' Seven hundred dollars, clip to go to work ! '' Giorgio whispered as he wormed a thirdly 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 especial blend of herb and spicery 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 abstruse inside Julia 's increasingly damp sex.

The crowd was moving towards her Julia noticed and she became aware of a ancestry of approximate bare girls approaching, all bare breasted and collared and chained as she was and attended by a baby minder, `` Twelve, '' Carla explained, `` One for each mesa, but you get the Best table, fresh meat fresh today. ``

'' peak cunt, '' Giorgio agreed, `` We 'll see if they will pay a hundred dollar, maybe founder a discount later. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' fifty, '' he repeated.

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

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

'' OK, '' Giorgio says.

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

Carla gave him five dollars change, `` Open up then doll, lets see the fuck hole, '' the Australian quipped as he dropped his pants to expose 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, `` front ! '' but Giorgio had swung her onto the put off top.

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

Giorgio showed Mike how wet she was by thrusting three fingers deep inside her and then microphone 's turncock was pressing against her soft garden pink twat lips.

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

'' Naturally, and she has regular health check-out procedure, '' Carla lied.

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

'' tobacco pipe down, '' mike hissed, `` Its not half in yet, '' he said and he thrust literal difficult against her.

'' Agggghhh ! '' she squealed, but he was right inside her now and the pain in the ass filled her whole body for a flit moment before it dissolved into a warm feeling of pure ecstasy. She was floating on a cloud, looking down at her own body from heaven as waves of illicit pleasance coursed through her wholly being.

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

'' 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 hell I 'm cumming ! ``

Perspiration dripped from mike 's forehead as he let fly within Julia 's over occupy puss. Her mind exploded in a series of flashing white brightness as his cum forced its way into her furthest virtually secret parts.

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

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

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

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

'' Charged me 60 five checkmate, '' mike admitted.

'' 60 five ? '' he asked.

'' Sure, '' Carla agreed, `` For a short prison term ! ``

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

'' 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 shorts and slid the rubber over his cock, `` You ready Sheila, I 'm David Bruce by the way ! '' he laughed and he quickly took up position behind Julia and rammed his cock right into her with a singe thrust.

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

Julia twisted round to depend at her assailant.

'' Oh fuck that 's so good, '' Johnno wailed as she twisted his stopcock by moving, `` Shit mike I 'm cumming already ! '' he wailed and he shot his lading without humping her to a greater extent than a dozen times.

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

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

'' Like a Ferrari spouse, massive kick and its all over, '' Mike said, `` Guess I 'd rather have a gracious dull piece of tail with ugly Sheila if I had my time again. ``

'' bazaar do, '' said the thirdly Aussie, `` I 'll give it a miss they hey ? ``

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

'' I need a beverage, '' Julia replied, `` Gee my pussy is on flaming. ``

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

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

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

The sunset was salient, great fishgig of golden flame lighting up the ocean 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 pint of sticky cum, her whole eubstance shook with foiling, and the waiting men muttered among themselves.

'' Make it last-place to a greater extent than two minutes and get a refund ! '' Giorgio taunted, `` roster up rolling wave up, one hundred clam. ``

By now all the mesa were occupied and C or maybe 1000 of young men wandered around the park looking for sex, the good unprotected sex that they naively believed the ancient recipe of lubricant provided.

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

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

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

Julia was heroic now, she needed to cum, she gripped his cock as best she could but he was barely half as far into her as the Australian, `` On blimy, this is blinking fantastic, 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 foresighted, Ohhhhh ! '' he exclaimed.

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

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

'' Bollocks, '' he replied.

'' drinkable, '' 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 swop ? '' 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 dollars American language for you, '' Carla smiled, `` One 50 for big men ! ``

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

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

The French boy dropped his dungaree jeans and underdrawers and his penis hung limp and lifeless.

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

'' Drink, '' Julia replied.

'' Ok, one moment, '' Carla replied, she took a bottle of Perrier body of water 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 mouth to demand the tip between her teeth.

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

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

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

'' So do something with her knocker, apply her a good time 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 brothel bar of path, '' he laughed, `` Nice and warm and private ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Oui, '' he replied simply.

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

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

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

Julia was exhausted, she did n't need Julia 's hand to hold her, she just lay over the bench with her stern raised.

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

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

'' freebie right field ? '' he asked.

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

'' OK, '' Marco agreed as he pushed the tip of his cock past Julia 's now slightly self-conceited twat mouth 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 sate in here, one 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 duad of new men who were trying to negotiate a discount.

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

Sabrina was completely naked except for leather wrist, mortise joint and collar restraints very to those Julia word, the dying rays of sunlight shone on her ebony skin, `` She usually works in the bar, the fresh air will be serious ! ``

Carla helped Julia up, her snatch 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 hundred thou or so to the shops.

The shops were identical low acclivity Mediterranean Sea way whitewashed against the sun, each narrow frontage had a specify door and a wide window in which a girl posed provocatively or against which the curtain were drawn as she entertained.

Each shop had one young woman, 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 lodge lined the narrow streets leading to the old townspeople, too narrow even for Equus asinus carts hoi polloi jostled to move around.

Julia saw a communication channel of uniformed police officer blocking the street, hope flared briefly and died as she saw they were preventing unlicensed women passing a descent of bitt, which separated the bordello bar from the eternal sleep of the street, `` You should take in read the notices, '' Carla said, `` No unlicenced whores after 5pm. ``

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

A untested woman peered at them through the window beside the entrance door, she looked bored.

The access rush was one hundred buck but the doorkeeper ushered them in on Marco 's instruction.

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

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

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

Julia froze as a fat middle aged man lifted her dame, his fingers touched her sex sending shivers of expectation and longing coursing through her veins.

'' She suck ? '' his Friend asked.

'' Fifty, '' Marco chuckled, `` On your genu bitch ! '' he said.

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

'' But ! '' Julia pleaded.

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

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

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

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

'' Oh god ! '' Julia exclaimed.

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

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

'' suck ! '' Carl ordered.

Julia tried to resist but Carla pried her mouth open and the dusky midriff aged man began to fuck her face.

'' Is honest, '' 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 near, '' Marco explained, `` For bordello fancy woman, put her in the carrel ! ''

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

'' I want to get laid her tight ass, '' Marco explained, `` Nice Virgin asshole. ``

Carla went towards the entrance door, just to one position was another door which she opened to divulge the buttocks of a young cleaning woman with the number 299 tattooed on her leftover impudence

'' Hanna, '' Carla said softly, `` Break time, '' and she lifted a wooden screen to reveal the bare
fair sex 's top half and the street picture beyond the window.

'' commodity, I get halter, '' the woman replied as she stepped backwards to pass Carla, `` I do drift Job yes ? ``

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

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

They manhandled her into the kiosk, ot was as big as a lavatory kiosk but the windowpane was set in a thick wall and there was a gemstone shelf with half rung 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 bantam window at the multitude passing by as Carla secured her script and feet to iron hoop and finally brought down the screen against her lower back.

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

'' Ohhhh, '' Julia wailed.

'' See, cancel born tart, '' Giorgio exclaimed.

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

She saw her dad, with a enchained naked sporting lady, in the street outside her window trying to do a deal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' How about fifty ? '' he asked.

'' How about you lose fifty pound and get hold of a bathing tub ? '' Carla replied.

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

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

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

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


To be continued ?