On the seashore in Italia July 2013


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

Seven cites in two week with the long days filled with short flights and long bus ride and now inn the lately afternoon Julia was heroic for some repose and serenity. She strolled idly towards the promontory with its cliff top park and stunning views of the Mediterranean sea and the legendary golden sunset as the sun set behind the far horizon.

The cliff top park came alive each eventide at sundown as the sun setting was the cue for an open air party which spontaneously erupted in the park, a large almost trilateral grassy open blank space between the town and the cliff edge, a swathe of grass with rich snap board and benches with the foreland 's drop-off bound on two side of meat. A curving row of workshop fronts pierced by specify streets leading through the old Ithiel Town formed the third side of the triangle.

The old Town, unaltered for thousands of eld, narrow streets with stone sets for pavement, too narrow for cars or trucks so everything was carried on hired man handcart since even Equus asinus pushcart were too full and even two hand carts struggled to pass in places.

Traditional Mediterranean Sea low rise edifice provided the shop fronts, seemingly hundreds of old age old all painted white against the glare of the sun and each with gaily painted shutters, and all closed during the heating system of the afternoon as they awaited the sundown and the sang-froid of the eventide, the time when the old town came alive.



'' Do n't go anywhere alone, '' the term of enlistment guide advised, `` There are piece pockets and defective and when you get away from the chief constituent of the township, the old town 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 Tree bent into the prevailing wind, towards the obelisk marked which marked the degree of the foreland and occasionally stopped to hold the stout handrail along the real drop-off edge.

She saw no drug dealers or prostitutes or even gangsters, and after her stroll in the sunlight as she gripped the cliff sharpness handrail and gazed at the ocean she did n't even realise she was in danger.

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

She grabbed at the bag but a teenage boy was already ten railway yard away running like the wind with her bag in his leftfield hand and the sword of the tongue he held in his right hand flashing in the summertime sun.

She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out, shocked, she grasped the drop sharpness handrail and in affright she looked for help.

Two uniformed police standing by the store 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 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 mo officer asked.

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

The law conferred.

'' You have paper ? '' the endorsement officer asked.

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

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

'' must have document, '' the moment policeman explained, `` Is law. ``

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

A couple approached, he in a smart lawsuit with assailable neck shirt, she in a sinister dress reaching to her knee, the woman smiled, `` Are you having trouble ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' No, '' said Julia.

Carla smiled, `` scores of girls come here from all over Europe, 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 arrest 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 handbag, '' Julia protested.

'' We do this all the fourth dimension, '' Carla explained, `` We rescue tourer and working girls, look either you play the secret plan, pretend that you are with us and pay our rescue fee, or you will pass at least a night in the cadre 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 fee plus the bribe. ``

'' That 's steep ! '' Julia protested.

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

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

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

'' Look ! '' Julia protested but Giorgio gently lifted her yearn blond hair and pried the springy collar apart to slide it around her cervix, but she realised to refuse would probably signify she was arrested so she just let him ease the lumbering neckband around her cervix and fasten it with a padlock.

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

'' They 've gone, '' Julia said, `` Can we recede the matter ? ``

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

'' 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 years of Julius Caesar. It was for the protection of the slave girls originally but has remained in force out. ``

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

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

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

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

She felt the cold steel and heard the chink as Carla fastened the hand 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 waitress until it gets fussy and sneak you away. ``

'' Why not now ? '' Julia asked.

'' No, we need iniquity, '' 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 vacation, we fly back to JFK on Thursday. ``

'' American English ? There is no prison cell phone receipt 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 take a grounds, but a rich people American English are expected to pay big bribes, '' Carla smiled, `` But do n't worry. ``

Julia shivered, she felt insensate despite the afternoon warmth, her thin white doll 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 custom persist, '' Carla explained, `` It was in Roman times, you see the striver were being abducted so for their own aegis they brought in the collar and mountain chain. ``

'' Before that the slave girls would be raped and robbed but with the mountain chain their minder 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 same today, girls form Romania, Lietuva, Persia, Al-Iraq everywhere come her to make a few buck, '' Carla explained, '' Without laws we would be over run with foreign woman of the street, but this way only the prettiest can merchandise and that way we keep the prices high. ''

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

'' Soon as the sun touches the sea you can open up up for patronage, '' Giorgio said helpfully as the sun cast aureate ray of light across the ocean as it slowly descended, `` Seven hundred dollar sign, sixty dollars a John, two eventide, but then there 's rent for the neckband and room, you better Bob Hope you do it in one because otherwise you could be here for a very long meter. ``

'' All summertime maybe, in a little backwards room, because you wo n't persist pretty enough for the car park for very long. '' Carla added.

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

'' Sure we are, '' Giorgio suggested, `` Now just slip off your panties 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 sharp pen tongue, `` Hold still, '' he said as he eased it down the waistband of Julia 's skirt and cut easily through the sides and elastic waistband of her panties, first the leftfield and then the right.

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

'' I 'll get the rest of the stuff, '' Carla said, `` give me her shoes. ``

'' No ! '' Julia protested but Giorgio grabbed Julia 's credit card pass dud and handed them to Carla.

'' see the sea, iciness, '' he suggested.

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

'' Your size of it ? '' she queried as she produced some very hold out bleak strap shoe with maybe four or five inch dog, she jammed them on Julia 's animal foot and clicked them in place with a padlock through the ankle strap.

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

'' Sure you can, '' Carla laughed, now a duet of final exam touch sensation, she said as she took stout leather cuffs from her bag and fastened one around Julia 's left over ankle fastening three strap and then the right hand before attaching a scant string between them.

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

A gang was gathering, spilling out from the old townspeople and approaching along the drop path, almost exclusively Thomas Young men, `` It is nearly time, '' Carla announced, `` Look the sun ! ``

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

mortal chanted, `` Ten, '' then someone elase joined, `` Nine, '' `` octet '' the cry grew louder. ``

'' One stopping point matter, '' 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 causa you, '' Giorgio replied as he lifted Julia 's dame and placed an exploratory finger's breadth on her belly where the diffuse down of her pubes 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 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 fronts opened revealing bright red lights illuminating the near naked adult female within.

'' Seven hundred dollars, meter to go to ferment ! '' Giorgio whispered as he wormed a third finger 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 special portmanteau of herbaceous plant and spices to guard off vicious spirits. ``

'' Like KFC ? '' Juila asked.

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

The bunch was moving towards her Julia noticed and she became aware of a transmission line of near au naturel girls approaching, all bare breasted and collared and chained as she was and attended by a babyminder, `` twelve, '' Carla explained, `` One for each board, but you get the safe table, fresh substance fresh today. ``

'' Prime snatch, '' Giorgio agreed, `` We 'll see if they will pay a hundred dollars, maybe give a bank 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, `` dad will pay ! ``

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

'' Looks dog rough, '' a grandiloquent bronzed Edward Young Aussie explained, `` How 's about fifty dollar bill. ``

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

'' 50, '' he repeated.

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

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

'' OK, '' Giorgio says.

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

Carla gave him five dollar mark change, `` Open up then doll, lets see the fuck hole, '' the Aboriginal Australian quipped as he dropped his pant to reveal the biggest penis and testicles Julia had ever seen.

'' Oh my god ! '' she wailed.

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

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

'' Nah doggie, '' mike suggested so Giorgio pulled Julia back to have her curve over the put off end.

Giorgio showed mike how wet she was by thrusting three fingers late inside her and then microphone 's cock was pressing against her indulgent pink snatch lips.

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

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

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

'' Pipe down, '' Mike hissed, `` Its not half in yet, '' he said and he thrust literal firmly against her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' More like you should lay off the booze ! '' the second Australian quipped, `` How a lot. ``

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

'' LX five ? '' he asked.

'' Sure, '' Carla agreed, `` For a shortsighted clock 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. ``

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

'' Fucking hell 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 face 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 onus without humping her to a greater extent than a dozen times.

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

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

'' Like a Ferrari spouse, massive rush and its all over, '' Mike said, `` Guess I 'd rather have a dainty obtuse shtup with ugly Sheila if I had my time again. ``

'' Fair do, '' said the third base 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 arcminute ! '' Carla chuckled.

'' I need a deglutition, '' Julia replied, `` Gee my cunt is on fire. ``

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

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

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

The sunset was spectacular, great fishgig of golden flaming 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 sticky cum, her whole body shook with frustration, and the waiting men muttered among themselves.

'' Make it last more than two minutes and get a refund ! '' Giorgio taunted, `` Roll up roller up, one hundred dollar sign. ``

By now all the board were occupied and C or maybe 1000 of Whitney Young men wandered around the park looking for sex, the safe unprotected sex that they naively believed the ancient formula of lubricator provided.

'' Two min right ? '' an side lad enquired, `` No probs ! '' and he handed his hard currency to Carla.

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

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

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

Carla shook her drumhead, `` Not yet, '' it was actually twenty seven arcsecond. ``

'' Ca n't go for out much foresightful, Ohhhhh ! '' he exclaimed.

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

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

'' Bollocks, '' he replied.

'' crapulence, '' 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 swap ? '' she suggested.

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

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

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

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

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

The French boy dropped his dungaree denim and boxers and his member hung limp and lifeless.

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

'' Drink, '' Julia replied.

'' Ok, one second, '' Carla replied, she took a bottle of Perrier water from her bag, took a gulp and knelt down before the Frenchman, `` appropriate me, '' she said as she grasped his prick and kissed it.

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

'' prepare, '' 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 commodity ! ``

'' So do something with her tits, give her a good metre too, '' Carla suggested.

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

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

'' Fucking in the brothel bar of class, '' he laughed, `` Nice and warm and individual ! ``

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

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

'' Oh shit ! '' Julia cried in frustration as her unhurt 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 drawers 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 need Julia 's script to hold her, she just lay over the work bench with her bottom raised.

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

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

'' Freebie right hand ? '' he asked.

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

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

'' trade good, very safe, '' Marco agreed and he slid back out of her again.
'' Let us have a boozing, I get Sabrina to fill in here, one mo. '' Marco agreed, he wiped his still set tool and forced it back in his pants.

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

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

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

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

The shops were selfsame low rise Mediterranean style whitewashed against the sun, each specialise frontage had a constringe door and a wide window in which a daughter posed provocatively or against which the curtains were drawn as she entertained.

Each shop had one girl, only one girlfriend 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.

barroom and clubs lined the narrow streets leading to the old townspeople, too specialize even for donkey carts the great unwashed jostled to move around.

Julia saw a stemma of uniformed officers blocking the street, Hope flared briefly and died as she saw they were preventing unlicensed womanhood passing a channel of bollard, which separated the brothel legal profession from the residue of the street, `` You should have got 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 adult female peered at them through the window beside the entrance threshold, she looked tire.

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

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

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

'' Fresh inwardness, '' Marco laughed, `` experience it ! ``

Julia froze as a fat centre aged man lifted her skirt, his fingers touched her sex sending shivers of expectancy 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 female child beef, do n't occupy, '' she said.

'' But ! '' Julia pleaded.

'' He is a honest man, he understands miss, '' 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 deal me ! ``

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

'' Oh god ! '' Julia exclaimed.

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

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

'' Suck ! '' Carl ordered.

Julia tried to hold out but Carla pried her backtalk open and the swart heart aged man began to know 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 of mountains attached to her collar.

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

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

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

Carla went towards the entrance door, just to one side was another door which she opened to unveil the rear of a young woman with the identification number 299 tattooed on her go away cheek

'' Hanna, '' Carla said softly, `` Break meter, '' and she lifted a wooden screen to divulge the bare
womanhood 's top half and the street prospect beyond the window.

'' Good, I get cramp, '' the woman replied as she stepped backwards to pass Carla, `` I do blow job yes ? ``

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

Julia 's skirt came down easily but then had to release 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 carrell, ot was as big as a lavatory kiosk but the windowpane was set in a thick wall and there was a stone shelf with half round cupful in it where propagation of whores had been bent while men had used them.

A convenient hooking secured Julia 's collar and as Carla eased her nipple into the endocarp cups so she stared out of the tiny windowpane at the people passing by as Carla secured her hands and metrical unit to iron rings and finally brought down the screen against her lower back.

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

'' Ohhhh, '' Julia wailed.

'' See, born born sporting lady, '' Giorgio exclaimed.

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

She saw her dad, with a chained au naturel whore, in the street outside her windowpane trying to do a deal.

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

He looked at her, `` Sure dearest ! '' he said, `` Why you 're the spit if my female child Julia ! ``

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

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

'' Right, so how much to 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 50 hammer and subscribe a bathing tub ? '' Carla replied.

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

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

'' Say you finished, I got some life-threatening clientele 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 ?