On the coast in Italy July 2013


Julia was bored, a typical American tourist wearing a floral mark wench and a soaked red blouse which emphasised her plenteous D cup breasts she strolled along in the sunshine. One of the horde of extraneous tourer thronging this ancient metropolis she had really wanted to pass the summertime in California but her mother insisted they took a tour of the Mediterranean instead,

Seven cites in two weeks with the hanker day filled with unforesightful flights and yearn bus ride and now inn the of late afternoon Julia was desperate for some peace and repose. She strolled idly towards the headland with its cliff top Park and bedaze prospect of the Mediterranean Sea sea and the legendary gilt sunset as the sun set behind the far horizon.

The drop top park came alert each even at sunset as the sun setting was the cue for an open air party which spontaneously erupted in the ballpark, a large almost three-sided grassy undefended space between the town and the cliff sharpness, a wrapping of grass with plentiful picnic tabular array and Bench with the headland 's cliff sharpness on two position. A curving row of shop class fronts pierced by constrict streets leading through the old Town formed the third side of the triangle.

The old town, unchanged for 1000 of years, narrow streets with Harlan Fisk Stone sets for paving material, too narrow for cars or trucks so everything was carried on hand carts since even donkey carts were too all-embracing and even two hand pushcart struggled to pass in places.

Traditional Mediterranean low rise edifice provided the workshop movement, seemingly hundreds of years old all painted white against the glare 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 metre when the old town came alive.



'' Do n't go anywhere alone, '' the tour scout advised, `` There are pick air hole and worse and when you get away from the main part of the townspeople, the old town is known for drugs and harlotry and the Mafioso is very active so delight do not trust on the police and be careful. ``

Julia ignored the advice if she ever heard it, she just strolled along in the sunniness, past the scrubby Tree bent into the prevailing air current, towards the obelisk marked which marked the distributor point of the foreland and occasionally stopped to throw the stout balusters along the actual cliff edge.

She saw no drug dealers or cocotte or even gangster, and after her stroll in the sunlight 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 realise someone was behind her until she felt the strap of her bag suddenly snap.

She grabbed at the bag but a adolescent boy was already ten cubic yard away running like the breaking wind with her bag in his left hand and the vane of the knife he held in his rightfulness hand flashing in the summer sun.

She opened her sassing to scream but no sound came out, shocked, she grasped the cliff bound handrail and in affright she looked for help.

Two uniformed constabulary 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 favour ? '' Julia tried hopefully.

'' You is robbed, what is robbed ? '' the second policeman asked.

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

The police conferred.

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

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

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

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

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

A dyad approached, he in a impertinent suit with outdoors neck shirt, she in a melanize wearing apparel reaching to her knee, the cleaning woman smiled, `` Are you having trouble ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' No, '' said Julia.

Carla smiled, `` flock of young lady come here from all over Europe, it is famed so the police force 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 pinch and leash, `` Put this around your neck, '' she suggested.

'' What no way, '' Julia protested.

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

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

'' We do this all the time, '' Carla explained, `` We rescue tourist and working girls, look either you play the biz, pretend that you are with us and pay our rescue fee, or you will pass at to the lowest degree a night in the prison cell and maybe get a six month prison sentence. ``

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

'' It will be fine, '' Giorgio explained, `` Wear the collar 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 require our help or not ? ``

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

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

'' look ! '' Julia protested but Giorgio gently lifted her long blond hair and pried the springy collar apart to slide it around her cervix, but she realised to refuse would probably imply she was arrested so she just let him facilitate the heavy apprehension around her neck and fasten it with a padlock.

Carla handed each policeman an American hundred dollar bill 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 hard worker whore. ``

'' What ! '' Julia protested.

'' feeling, if you have no ID you have to be collared and chained it is the law, '' Carla explained,
'' The urban center law, the townspeople law from the days of Julius Sidney Caesar. It was for the shelter of the slave girls originally but has remained in military group. ``

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

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

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

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

She felt the moth-eaten steel and heard the click as Carla fastened the handwriting cuffs around her wrists.

'' looking, 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 busy 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.

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

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

Julia shivered, she felt cold despite the afternoon oestrus, her thin Stanford White skirt and stretchy red top had seemed more than enough when she left the hotel, but now suddenly she had zany 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 times, you see the striver were being abducted so for their own security they brought in the arrest and chain. ``

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

Julia nodded, `` But that was a thousand old age ago ? ``

'' It 's the Same today, girls form Romania, Lietuva, Iran, Iraq everywhere come her to take a leak a few dollars, '' Carla explained, '' Without practice of law we would be over run with strange whores, but this way only the prettiest can trade and that way we keep the prices heights. ''

'' 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 gilt light beam across the ocean as it slowly descended, `` Seven c dollar sign, sixty dollars a John, two eve, but then there 's rent for the shoe collar and elbow room, you better promise you do it in one because otherwise you could be here for a very prospicient clock time. ``

'' All summer maybe, in a small back elbow 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.

'' indisputable we are, '' Giorgio suggested, `` Now just slip off your scanty 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 small 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 sides and elastic waistcloth of her panty, first the left and then the right.

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

'' I 'll get the rest period of the stuff and nonsense, '' Carla said, `` Give me her shoes. ``

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

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

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

'' Your size of it ? '' she queried as she produced some very worn shameful strap shoes with maybe four or five inch blackguard, she jammed them on Julia 's animal foot and clicked them in spot with a padlock through the ankle strap.

'' I ca n't take the air in blackguard, '' Julia protested.

'' Sure you can, '' Carla laughed, now a couple of concluding touches, she said as she took stout leather cuffs from her bag and fastened one around Julia 's left articulatio talocruralis fastening three strap and then the right hand before attaching a short range between them.

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

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

Julia looked, `` You see Arabian sporting lady could not come out in the sun or they burn brown like Black person so after the nightfall of Arab Republic of Egypt Sid Caesar pronounced no whore should be abroad before sun down. ``

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

'' One lastly thing, '' Giorgio declared, `` You must demo your mammilla 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 soft pile of her pubes commenced and moved down towards her button 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 as his fingers began to still within her.

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

A gravid cheer rose up as quite suddenly all the shutters on the shop front man opened revealing shiny red brightness level illuminating the cheeseparing naked women within.

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

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

He dipped his quarter round into it, and showed Julia, `` A special blend of herbs and spiciness to ward off vicious smell. ``

'' Like KFC ? '' Juila asked.

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

The crowd was moving towards her Julia noticed and she became aware of a melodic line of draw close naked young lady approaching, all bare breasted and collared and chained as she was and attended by a minder, `` Twelve, '' Carla explained, `` One for each mesa, but you get the ripe board, fresh meat new today. ``

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

'' And if I dont work 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 signior, One hundred dollars American, '' Giorgio explained.

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

'' Seventy five ? '' Julia suggested as she stared at his large-minded articulatio humeri and rugged weatherbeaten face.

'' Fifty, '' he repeated.

'' Fifty, '' Giorgio replied, `` For a nose candy job. ``

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

'' OK, '' Giorgio says.

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

Carla gave him five buck change, `` Open up then chick, lets see the do it trap, '' the Aboriginal Australian quipped as he dropped his pants to reveal the biggest penis and orchis Julia had ever seen.

'' Oh my god ! '' she wailed.

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

'' Julia, '' Julia explained, `` take care ! '' but Giorgio had swung her onto the put over top.

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

Giorgio showed mike how wet she was by thrusting three fingers trench inside her and then Mike 's rooster was pressing against her flaccid garden pink slit lips.

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

'' Naturally, and she has regular wellness checks, '' Carla lied.

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

'' Pipe down, '' Mike hissed, `` Its not one-half in yet, '' he said and he thrust real operose against her.

'' Agggghhh ! '' she squealed, but he was in good order inside her now and the painfulness filled her solid eubstance for a fleeting moment before it dissolved into a affectionate feeling of pure XTC. She was floating on a cloud, looking down at her own soundbox from heaven as Wave of unlawful pleasure coursed through her whole being.

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

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

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

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

Perspiration dripped from microphone 's frontal bone as he let fly within Julia 's over meet bitch. Her mind exploded in a serial publication of flashing white igniter as his cum forced its way into her furthermost most secret parts.

'' Gee, '' microphone said inadequately as he pulled out and pulled his bloomers up, `` That Sheila puts a Inferno of a hug on, I have n't cum that quick since high school ! ``

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

'' Sure, cum too bloody quickly, Johnno, '' Mike admitted, `` Reckon we should bond to ugly Shielas. ``

'' more than like you should lay off the booze ! '' the endorsement Australian quipped, `` How much. ``

'' Charged me LX five mate, '' microphone admitted.

'' Sixty five ? '' he asked.

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

'' Here you go, '' he replied, as he handed Carla the hard 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 shortstop and slid the rubber over his dick, `` You ready Sheila, I 'm Bruce by the way ! '' he laughed and he quickly took up situation behind Julia and rammed his rooster right into her with a singe thrust.

'' Fucking inferno 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 good, '' Johnno wailed as she twisted his cock by moving, `` Shit microphone I 'm cumming already ! '' he wailed and he shot his load without humping her more than a dozen times.

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

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

'' Like a Ferrari mate, massive flush and its all over, '' Mike said, `` Guess I 'd rather own a nice tardily screwing with ugly Sheila if I had my time again. ``

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

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

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

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

'' 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, nifty 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 pint of sticky cum, her completely body shook with foiling, and the waiting men muttered among themselves.

'' Make it last more than two minutes and get a repayment ! '' Giorgio taunted, `` Roll up Roll up, one hundred dollars. ``

By now all the mesa were occupied and hundred or maybe thousand of young men wandered around the park looking for sex, the safe unprotected sex that they naively believed the ancient recipe of lube provided.

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

He undid his zipper and pulled out six inch of garden 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 desperate now, she needed to cum, she gripped his tool as right 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 forefront, `` Not yet, '' it was actually twenty seven seconds. ``

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

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

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

'' ball, '' he replied.

'' boozing, '' 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 concatenation to Carla and went to obtain Marco who he saw some way away.

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

'' Fifty one dollar bill American language for you, '' Carla smiled, `` One fifty for big men ! ``

'' Oui ! '' he agreed and paid Carla with a fifty dollar handbill, `` 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 denim blue jean and boxers and his penis hung hitch and lifeless.

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

'' Drink, '' Julia replied.

'' Ok, one moment, '' 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 ray and kissed it.

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

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

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

'' Ohhhh, '' he exclaimed, `` Is in effect ! ``

'' So do something with her mamilla, present her a soundly clock 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 course, '' he laughed, `` Nice and warm and common soldier ! ``

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

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

'' Oh shit ! '' Julia cried in frustration as her whole 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 pants as he was leaving.

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

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

'' Not yet, '' Giorgio admitted as he watched Marco slip a condom onto his short fat putz and move around behind Julia cook 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 prick past Julia 's now slightly swollen puss lips and into her sopping wet vagina.

'' Good, very good, '' Marco agreed and he slid back out of her again.
'' Let us feature a drink, I get Sabrina to fill up 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 couple of young men who were trying to negotiate a discount.

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

Sabrina was completely au naturel except for leather carpus, ankle and pinch restraints identical to those Julia Good Book, the dying rays of sunlight shone on her pitch black skin, `` She usually works in the bar, the fresh 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 walk the hundred chiliad or so to the shops.

The shops were indistinguishable low rise Mediterranean flair whitewashed against the sun, each contract frontage had a narrow room access and a broad windowpane in which a girl posed provocatively or against which the curtains 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.

Bars and nine lined the constrict streets leading to the old town, too constringe even for domestic ass carts citizenry jostled to move around.

Julia saw a line of uniformed officers blocking the street, Leslie Townes Hope flared briefly and died as she saw they were preventing unlicenced women passing a line of descent of bollards, which separated the brothel taproom from the rest of the street, `` You should experience read the poster, '' Carla said, `` No unlicensed whores after 5pm. ``

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

A young woman peered at them through the window beside the incoming door, she looked bore.

The price of admission charge was one hundred dollar sign but the gatekeeper ushered them in on Marco 's instruction.

A barman looked on, swarthy, Spanish maybe, metier peak 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 small room.

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

Julia froze as a fat midriff aged man lifted her skirt, his fingers touched her sex sending shivers of prevision 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 bitch, do n't worry, '' she said.

'' But ! '' Julia pleaded.

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

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

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

'' Oh no, just hire, '' Carla said, `` A week maybe, after that you can decide whether to stay 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 case into the man 's crotch.

'' Suck ! '' Carl ordered.

Julia tried to withstand but Carla pried her mouth outdoors and the swarthy center aged man began to be intimate her face.

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

'' She no good, '' Marco explained, `` For brothel sporting lady, put her in the cubicle ! ''

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

'' I want to do it her soused ass, '' Marco explained, `` Nice Virgin arsehole. ``

Carla went towards the entranceway door, just to one side was another door which she opened to reveal the bottom of a young charwoman with the identification number 299 tattooed on her left field cheek

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

'' Good, I get hamper, '' the cleaning woman replied as she stepped backwards to overstep Carla, `` I do bluster caper yes ? ``

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

Julia 's skirt came down easily but then had to release her hands to remove her blouse, `` One sham motility 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 carrel but the window was set in a midst rampart and there was a Harlan Fisk Stone shelf with half turn cups in it where generations of bawd had been bent while men had used them.

A convenient lure secured Julia 's neckband and as Carla eased her tits into the stone cups so she stared out of the tiny window at the hoi polloi passing by as Carla secured her hands and understructure 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 rooster up Julia 's tight ass he gave up and rammed it brutally into Julia 's eager pussy.

'' Ohhhh, '' Julia wailed.

'' See, natural born fancy woman, '' Giorgio exclaimed.

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

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

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

He looked at her, `` Sure honey ! '' 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 English, '' Giorgio explained, `` She is new Mr Marchesso is trying her out him self. ``

'' Right, so how lots to roll in the hay you darlin ? `` he asked Carla.

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

'' How about fifty dollar bill ? '' he asked.

'' How about you lose l Sudanese pound and get hold of a bath ? '' Carla replied.

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

Marco finished up, and opened the small-scale nighttime boarded doorway, `` Five hundred maybe ? '' he suggested.

'' Say you finished, I got some unplayful business with that whore ! '' Julia 's forefather insisted, `` She reminds me of my small Julia ! ``

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


To be continued ?