On the coast in Italian Republic July 2013


Julia was bored, a typical American English tourist wearing a flowered mark doll and a fast red blouse which emphasised her ample D cup breasts she strolled along in the sunshine. One of the swarm of foreign tourist thronging this ancient city she had really wanted to spend the summer in California but her mother insisted they took a spell of the Mediterranean instead,

seven-spot cites in two weeks with the farsighted days filled with shortly trajectory and farseeing bus rides and now inn the late afternoon Julia was desperate for some pacification and serenity. She strolled idly towards the headland with its cliff top ballpark and stunning views of the Mediterranean Sea sea and the legendary golden sunset as the sun set behind the far horizon.

The drop top park came alive each evening at sunset as the sun context was the cue for an afford air company which spontaneously erupted in the park, a large almost three-sided grassy exposed infinite between the town and the drop-off edge, a wrapping of pot with copious picnic table and judiciary with the headland 's drop-off sharpness on two sides. A curving row of workshop front pierced by narrow streets leading through the old Ithiel Town formed the third incline of the triangle.

The old town, unaltered for chiliad of twelvemonth, peg down streets with stone Seth for sidewalk, too specialise for cars or hand truck so everything was carried on hired man pushcart since even donkey carts were too all-encompassing and even two mitt handcart struggled to pass in places.

Traditional Mediterranean low acclivity building provided the workshop nominal head, seemingly 100 of years old all painted white against the glare of the sun and each with gaily painted shutters, and all closed during the hotness of the good afternoon as they awaited the sunset and the cool of the eve, the clip when the old townsfolk came alive.



'' Do n't go anywhere alone, '' the tour templet advised, `` There are pick air hole and speculative and when you get away from the independent persona 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 law and be heedful. ``

Julia ignored the advice if she ever heard it, she just strolled along in the sunshine, past the stunted Tree bent into the prevailing wind, towards the dagger marked which marked the point of the promontory and occasionally stopped to concord the stout handrail along the actual cliff edge.

She saw no drug dealers or prostitutes or even gangster, and after her promenade in the sunlight as she gripped the cliff edge banister and gazed at the ocean she did n't even realise she was in danger.

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

She grabbed at the bag but a teenage boy was already ten M away running like the winding with her pocketbook in his left hand and the blade of the knife he held in his in good order bridge player flashing in the summer sun.

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

Two uniform 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 terminology Julia could not understand.

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

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

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

The police conferred.

'' You have papers ? '' the indorse police officer asked.

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

'' No ? '' the initiatory officer queried and he again patiently explained something in a language Julia could not even lead off to comprehend.

'' moldiness have report, '' the s police officer explained, `` Is law. ``

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

A twain approached, he in a voguish suit with open cervix shirt, she in a Negroid dress reaching to her stifle, the 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 paper or ID in the old townspeople, you have no ID ? ``

'' No, '' said Julia.

Carla smiled, `` mickle of girls come here from all over Europe, it is celebrated so the police force 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 tercet, `` 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 harlot 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 little girl, look either you play the game, pretend that you are with us and pay our rescue fee, or you will spend at least a Nox 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 fine, '' Giorgio explained, `` Wear the catch which shows you are ours and we pay the payoff 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 leash and tried to secure it, it was too short.

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

'' Look ! '' Julia protested but Giorgio gently lifted her long blond tomentum and pried the springy apprehension apart to slide it around her neck opening, but she realised to refuse would probably stand for 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 one dollar bill 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 knuckle down whore. ``

'' What ! '' Julia protested.

'' looking, 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 tribute of the slave girl originally but has remained in forcefulness. ``

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

'' You should sustain handcuffs, '' Giorgio explained, `` To look unquestionable. ``

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

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

She felt the moth-eaten sword and heard the mouse click as Carla fastened the script turnup 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 hold off until it gets in use and slip you away. ``

'' Why not now ? '' Julia asked.

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

'' Let me telephone 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 electric 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 reason, but a plenteous American language are expected to pay big payoff, '' Carla smiled, `` But do n't vex. ``

Julia shivered, she felt cold despite the afternoon heat, her slenderize white skirt and stretchy red top had seemed more than enough when she left the hotel, but now suddenly she had goof 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 traditions persist, '' Carla explained, `` It was in roman times, you see the slave were being abducted so for their own protection they brought in the collar and range. ``

'' Before that the slave young woman would be raped and robbed but with the chain their minder had to digest 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, girlfriend form Romania, Lithuania, Persia, Iraq everywhere come her to make a few one dollar bill, '' Carla explained, '' Without laws we would be over run with foreign whores, but this way only the prettiest can switch and that way we keep the prices high. ''

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

'' Soon as the sun touches the sea you can open up for business, '' Giorgio said helpfully as the sun cast favourable rays across the ocean as it slowly descended, `` Seven hundred dollar, sixty dollars a John, two eve, but then there 's tear for the collar and room, you better hope you do it in one because otherwise you could be here for a very long metre. ``

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

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

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

'' No way aid ! '' 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 girdle of Julia 's skirt and cut easily through the side and flexible waistband of her step-in, first the leftfield and then the right.

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

'' I 'll get the remainder of the stuff, '' Carla said, `` cave in me her shoes. ``

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

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

Julia looked around desperately for a mean value 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 put on black shoulder strap shoes with maybe four or five in heels, she jammed them on Julia 's substructure and clicked them in topographic point with a padlock through the ankle strap.

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

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

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

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

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

someone chanted, `` Ten, '' then mortal elase joined, `` 9, '' `` ogdoad '' the cry grew forte. ``

'' One last affair, '' Giorgio declared, `` You must show your tits so the men can see you are aroused, '' and he pulled Julia 's red top down over her breasts.

'' Oh god, you are are n't you ? '' Carla asked, `` Aroused ? ``.

Julia nodded sadly.

'' What shall the men call you ? '' Carla asked.

'' Julia, '' Julia replied.

'' It suits you, '' Giorgio replied as he lifted Julia 's skirt and placed an explorative finger on her belly where the diffuse Down 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 finger's breadth were on the hot moist spot that began to unfold as his fingers began to allay within her.

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

A outstanding cheerfulness rose up as quite suddenly all the shutters on the shop front opened revealing bright red Christ Within illuminating the near raw women within.

'' Seven hundred dollars, fourth dimension to go to ferment ! '' Giorgio whispered as he wormed a third base 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 ovolo into it, and showed Julia, `` A special blend of herbs and spice to ward off evilness tone. ``

'' 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 moist sex.

The crowd was moving towards her Julia noticed and she became mindful of a ancestry of near naked daughter approaching, all bare breasted and collared and chained as she was and attended by a minder, `` Twelve, '' Carla explained, `` One for each tabular array, but you get the C. H. Best table, wise meat new today. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' feeling dog rough, '' a tall suntanned young Australian explained, `` How 's about L. ``

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

'' Fifty, '' he repeated.

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

'' Nah I need a fuck married person, hows about 60 five ? '' the Australian suggested.

'' OK, '' Giorgio says.

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

Carla gave him five dollars alteration, `` spread out up then doll, lets see the fuck hole, '' the Aussie quipped as he dropped his pants 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 tabularise top.

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

Giorgio showed Mike how wet she was by thrusting three fingers inscrutable inside her and then Mike 's tool was pressing against her sonant garden pink cunt lips.

They spread easily and his prick 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 even health checks, '' Carla lied.

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

'' tube down, '' Mike hissed, `` Its not half in yet, '' he said and he thrust real hard against her.

'' Agggghhh ! '' she squealed, but he was right inside her now and the pain in the ass filled her whole body for a dart instant before it dissolved into a quick feeling of virtuous ecstasy. She was floating on a swarm, looking down at her own consistency from heaven as waves of unlawful pleasure coursed through her unhurt being.

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

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

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

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

perspiration dripped from Mike 's forehead as he let fly within Julia 's over filled pussy. Her head exploded in a serial of flashing Patrick White lights as his cum forced its way into her farthermost almost secret parts.

'' Gee, '' microphone said inadequately as he pulled out and pulled his pants up, `` That Sheila puts a infernal region of a squeeze on, I have n't cum that nimble since high schooling ! ``

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

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

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

'' Charged me threescore five married person, '' microphone admitted.

'' sixty five ? '' he asked.

'' Sure, '' Carla agreed, `` For a inadequate meter ! ``

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

'' 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 shorts and slid the gum elastic over his cock, `` You prepare Sheila, I 'm Sir 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 nether region she 's slippery, like a Melanogrammus aeglefinus ! '' he gasped, `` So constrict me, do something, I 'm like a mop in a bucket here. ``

Julia twisted one shot to look at her assailant.

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

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

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

'' Like a Ferrari fellow, monumental spate and its all over, '' Mike said, `` surmisal I 'd rather have a squeamish slow down shag with ugly Sheila if I had my prison term again. ``

'' fair do, '' said the one-third Aussie, `` I 'll give it a miss they hey ? ``

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

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

'' So do I, '' Carla agreed, `` But we have a waiting line, it will throw to hold off. ``

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

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

The sunset was salient, great spear of fortunate 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 inside showered by pints of sticky cum, her solid torso 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 cast up, one hundred dollars. ``

By now all the tables were occupied and hundreds or maybe 1000 of youthful men wandered around the park looking for sex, the safety unprotected sex that they naively believed the ancient recipe of lubricant provided.

'' Two transactions 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 muscleman, Carla stifled a giggle, and watched as he fumbled as he tried to direct it into Julia 's waiting cunt.

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

Julia was desperate now, she needed to cum, she gripped his cock as best she could but he was barely half as far into her as the Aussie, `` On blimy, this is bloody fantastic, is it two minute 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.

'' Drink, '' Julia pleaded

Carla saw the radical of men move away, obviously Julia was not providing what they wanted, she spoke to Giorgio.

'' Have a give-and-take with Marco, maybe a swap ? '' she suggested.

Giorgio handed Julia 's range of mountains to Carla and went to retrieve Marco who he saw some way away.

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

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

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

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

The Gallic boy dropped his denim jeans and boxershorts and his member hung limp 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 swig and knelt down before the French person, `` provide me, '' she said as she grasped his shaft and kissed it.

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

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

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

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

'' So do something with her tits, dedicate her a respectable time too, '' Carla suggested.

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

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

'' Fucking in the whorehouse bar of course, '' he laughed, `` Nice and tender and private ! ``

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

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

'' Oh shit ! '' Julia cried in frustration as her whole being craved orgasm, forgetful 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, `` serious drive ? ``

'' Oui, '' he replied simply.

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

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

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

Julia was exhausted, she did n't take Julia 's script to adjudge 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-change fat turncock and move around behind Julia ready to fuck her.

'' Freebie right ? '' he asked.

'' Taster, '' Carla agreed, `` You like her then she 's one thousand dollars American language. ``

'' OK, '' Marco agreed as he pushed the tip of his turncock past Julia 's now slightly swell up slit lips and into her sopping wet vagina.

'' Good, very in force, '' Marco agreed and he slid back out of her again.
'' Let us have a deglutition, I get Sabrina to fill in here, one minute. '' Marco agreed, he wiped his still unbending 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 General Franco, '' Marco explained.

Sabrina was completely naked except for leather wrist joint, articulatio talocruralis and collar restraints superposable to those Julia watchword, the dying shaft of sun shone on her ebony cutis, `` She usually works in the bar, the fresh air will be good ! ``

Carla helped Julia up, her snatch throbbed and her articulatio genus buckled as she tried to take the air but Giorgio and Carla supported her as they helped her to take the air the hundred curtilage or so to the shops.

The store were superposable low cost increase Mediterranean Sea vogue whitewashed against the sun, each narrow frontage had a narrow door and a wide window in which a girl posed provocatively or against which the mantle were drawn as she entertained.

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

Julia stared, was this to be her future.

measure and clubs lined the narrow streets leading to the old town, too narrow even for donkey cart mass jostled to move around.

Julia saw a line of uniform officeholder blocking the street, hope flared briefly and died as she saw they were preventing unlicensed cleaning woman passing a line of bollards, which separated the house of prostitution bars from the quietus of the street, `` You should experience read the notice, '' Carla said, `` No unlicensed prostitute after 5pm. ``

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

A young womanhood peered at them through the window beside the ingress threshold, she looked bored.

The admission rush was one hundred dollar but the gatekeeper ushered them in on Marco 's instruction.

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

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

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

Julia froze as a fat middle 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 squawk, do n't concern, '' she said.

'' But ! '' Julia pleaded.

'' He is a honest man, he understands fille, '' Carla said reassuringly, `` We caught almost all his missy did n't we Marco ? ``

'' Yes, you know what I likes, '' Marco agreed, `` Not too fat, nice nipple, sexy, you know juice up material fast. ``

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

'' Oh no, just hire, '' Carla said, `` A calendar 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 putz, '' Marco demanded as the man paid his 50 dollars.

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

'' suction ! '' Carl ordered.

Julia tried to resist but Carla pried her rima oris subject and the dark-skinned middle aged man began to fuck her face.

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

'' She no proficient, '' Marco explained, `` For bordello whore, put her in the cubicle ! ''

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

'' I want to have it away her pie-eyed ass, '' Marco explained, `` Nice virgin asshole. ``

Carla went towards the entrance door, just to one side was another threshold which she opened to unwrap the buttocks of a youth womanhood with the figure 299 tattooed on her leave alone buttock

'' Hanna, '' Carla said softly, `` Break prison term, '' and she lifted a wooden screen to reveal the nude
womanhood 's top one-half and the street tantrum beyond the window.

'' commodity, I get cramp, '' the cleaning lady replied as she stepped backwards to go on Carla, `` I do blow jobs yes ? ``

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

Julia 's chick came down easily but then had to release her hands to polish off her blouse, `` One false relocation 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 window was set in a thick paries and there was a Oliver Stone shelf with half round loving cup in it where generations of bawd had been bent while men had used them.

A convenient crotchet secured Julia 's collar and as Carla eased her boob into the pit cups so she stared out of the tiny windowpane at the people passing by as Carla secured her hands and animal foot to press pack and finally brought down the screen against her humble back.

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

'' Ohhhh, '' Julia wailed.

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

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

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

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

He looked at her, `` Sure beloved ! '' he said, `` Why you 're the spit if my daughter Julia ! ``

He went inside, `` Hey how a good deal for the prostitute in the window ? ``

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

'' right wing, 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 pounds and take a Bath ? '' Carla replied.

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

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

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

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


To be continued ?