On the coast in Italy July 2013


Julia was bored, a distinctive American tourist wearing a flowered print skirt and a tight red blouse which emphasised her ample D cup breasts she strolled along in the sunshine. One of the horde of foreign tourists thronging this antediluvian metropolis she had really wanted to spend the summertime in California but her mother insisted they took a term of enlistment of the Mediterranean instead,

seven cites in two hebdomad with the prospicient days filled with short flight of steps and long bus rides and now inn the late good afternoon Julia was do-or-die for some peace and tranquility. She strolled idly towards the promontory with its drop top park and daze eyeshot of the Mediterranean sea and the fabled golden sunset as the sun set behind the far horizon.

The drop-off top commons came live each evening at sunset as the sun setting was the cue for an open air party which spontaneously erupted in the park, a vauntingly almost triangular grassy open space between the town and the cliff sharpness, a swathe of grass with plentiful picnic board and Bench with the headland 's drop-off edges on two sides. A curving row of shop fronts pierced by narrow streets leading through the old town formed the tertiary incline of the triangle.

The old Ithiel Town, unchanged for thousands of years, contract streets with stone sets for sidewalk, too narrow for machine or trucks so everything was carried on hand carts since even Equus asinus carts were too wide and even two handwriting handcart struggled to run in places.

Traditional Mediterranean low rise building provided the workshop fronts, 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 good afternoon as they awaited the sunset and the cool of the eve, the clip when the old town came alive.



'' Do n't go anywhere alone, '' the tour template advised, `` There are plunk pockets and worse and when you get away from the main part of the township, the old Ithiel Town is known for drugs and prostitution and the Mafioso is very combat-ready so please do not bank on the police and be thrifty. ``

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

She saw no drug dealers or fancy woman or even gangster, and after her saunter in the sunlight as she gripped the cliff border handrail and gazed at the sea she did n't even pull in she was in danger.

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

She grabbed at the bag but a teenage boy was already ten thou away running like the wind with her pocketbook in his left helping hand and the blade of the knife he held in his right field hand flashing in the summer sun.

She opened her oral cavity to scream but no strait came out, shocked, she grasped the drop-off boundary bannister and in panic she looked for help.

Two uniformed law standing by the shops in the aloofness 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 philippic in a language Julia could not understand.

'' side, por favour ? '' Julia tried hopefully.

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

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

The police force conferred.

'' You have papers ? '' the second policeman asked.

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

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

'' mustiness have newspaper, '' the second policeman explained, `` Is law. ``

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

A couplet approached, he in a smart suit with surface neck shirt, she in a blackamoor garb reaching to her knee, the woman smiled, `` Are you having fuss ? '' she asked.

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

'' Ah, no written document ? '' the char agreed, `` I am Carla and this is Giorgio, yes, you need paper or ID in the old town, you have no ID ? ``

'' No, '' said Julia.

Carla smiled, `` Lots of missy come here from all over Europe, it is noted so the police crack down, '' she explained, `` Shall I tell him you are with us ? ``

'' Please, '' said Julia.

Carla spoke to the officer, they agreed, `` I have told them you work for us, '' she said and she reached in her bag and extracted a dog collar and triad, `` 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 lady of pleasure who did n't get her money. ``

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

'' We do this all the meter, '' Carla explained, `` We rescue tourists and working female child, look either you play the game, pretend that you are with us and pay our rescue fee, or you will spend at least a dark in the cells 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 clam fee plus the payoff. ``

'' 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 collar and tried to fix it, it was too short.

'' Oh, try this, '' Carla sighed and she pulled a expectant metal slave collar with a concatenation from her bag
and handed it to Giorgio.

'' Look ! '' Julia protested but Giorgio gently lifted her foresighted blonde hair's-breadth and pried the springy collar apart to slue it around her neck, but she realised to refuse would probably mean she was arrested so she just let him facilitate the heavy dog collar 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 striver whore. ``

'' What ! '' Julia protested.

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

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

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

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

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

She felt the cold brand and heard the click as Carla fastened the manus cuffs around her wrists.

'' facial expression, ok this is weird, '' Julia protested.

'' But we will all get arrested if we are found out, '' Carla explained, `` We will await until it gets busy and stoolie you away. ``

'' Why not now ? '' Julia asked.

'' No, we need dark, '' 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 ? There is no jail cell phone receipt in the old township, and it is probably best not to require him yet otherwise you could be arrested again. '' Carla explained.

'' Why exactly ? '' Julia enquired.

'' Believe me they do n't postulate a reason, but a rich American are expected to pay big bribe, '' Carla smiled, `` But do n't worry. ``

Julia shivered, she felt cold despite the afternoon heat, her thin flannel chick and stretchy red top had seemed more than enough when she left the hotel, but now suddenly she had fathead 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 letters times, you see the slave were being abducted so for their own auspices they brought in the leash and chain. ``

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

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

'' It 's the same today, daughter form Romania, Lithuania, Iran, Republic of Iraq everywhere come her to make a few dollars, '' Carla explained, '' Without practice of law we would be over run with foreign whores, but this way only the prettiest can deal and that way we keep the damage high up. ''

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

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

'' All summer maybe, in a little spinal column way, because you wo n't stay on pretty enough for the parking lot for very long. '' Carla added.

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

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

'' No way help ! '' 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, `` handgrip still, '' he said as he eased it down the waistband of Julia 's chick 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 shoulder strap 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 plastic flip washout and handed them to Carla.

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

Julia looked around desperately for a mean of escape, there was no one closing curtain who looked American English, she could not trust the constabulary, it seemed hopeless and then Carla returned.

'' Your size ? '' she queried as she produced some very fag out black strap shoe with maybe four or five column inch dog, she jammed them on Julia 's ft and clicked them in seat with a padlock through the articulatio talocruralis strap.

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

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

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

A crowd was gathering, spilling out from the old townsfolk and approaching along the cliff itinerary, almost exclusively youth men, `` It is nearly time, '' Carla announced, `` front the sun ! ``

Julia looked, `` You see Arab whores could not derive out in the sun or they burn brown like negroes so after the spill of Egyptian Empire Caesar pronounced no whore should be abroad before sun down. ``

Someone chanted, `` Ten, '' then somebody elase joined, `` baseball club, '' `` eighter from Decatur '' the cry grew flash. ``

'' One go thing, '' 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 courtship you, '' Giorgio replied as he lifted Julia 's wench and placed an exploratory finger on her belly where the soft down of her pubes commenced and moved down towards her clitoris and beyond.

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

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

A not bad sunniness rose up as quite suddenly all the shutters on the shop presence opened revealing undimmed red lights illuminating the near naked women within.

'' Seven hundred dollars, meter to go to wreak ! '' Giorgio whispered as he wormed a third fingerbreadth 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 blend of herbaceous plant and spicery to ward off evil liveliness. ``

'' Like KFC ? '' Juila asked.

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

The crowd was moving towards her Julia noticed and she became mindful of a personal line of credit of near naked girls 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 right table, freshly substance refreshful today. ``

'' prime twat, '' Giorgio agreed, `` We 'll see if they will pay a hundred dollar mark, maybe impart a rebate later. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Looks dog rough, '' a tall bronzed young Australian explained, `` How 's about 50. ``

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

'' fifty dollar bill, '' he repeated.

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

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

'' OK, '' Giorgio says.

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

Carla gave him five dollars alteration, `` Open up then wench, lets see the fuck golf hole, '' the Australian quipped as he dropped his pants to reveal the heavy penis and testicles Julia had ever seen.

'' Oh my god ! '' she wailed.

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

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

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

Giorgio showed Mike how wet she was by thrusting three fingerbreadth deep inside her and then Mike 's putz was pressing against her soft pink snatch lips.

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

'' Naturally, and she has regular health curb, '' 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 half in yet, '' he said and he thrust existent heavy against her.

'' Agggghhh ! '' she squealed, but he was right inside her now and the infliction filled her wholly organic structure for a blow over moment before it dissolved into a warm feeling of pure exaltation. She was floating on a cloud, looking down at her own body from heaven as waves of illicit pleasure coursed through her whole being.

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

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

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

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

Perspiration dripped from Mike 's forehead as he let fly within Julia 's over satisfy cunt. Her judgment exploded in a series of flashing snowy spark as his cum forced its way into her utmost near secret parts.

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

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

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

'' to a greater extent like you should lay off the liquor ! '' the minute Australian quipped, `` How much. ``

'' Charged me sixty five match, '' mike admitted.

'' Sixty five ? '' he asked.

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

'' 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. ``

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

'' Fucking hell she 's slippery, like a Haddock ! '' he gasped, `` So nip me, do something, I 'm like a mop in a pail here. ``

Julia twisted round of golf to look at her assailant.

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

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

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

'' Like a Ferrari mate, massive rush and its all over, '' microphone said, `` Guess I 'd rather take a gracious tardily nooky with ugly Sheila if I had my time again. ``

'' bazaar do, '' said the 3rd 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 minutes ! '' Carla chuckled.

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

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

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

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

The sunset was spectacular, keen spears of golden flame lighting up the sea as the Spaniard eased his throbbing erecting into Julia 's fiery pussy.

He thrust briefly and grunted and all too soon Julia felt her insides showered by dry pint of unenviable cum, her whole soundbox shook with frustration, and the waiting men muttered among themselves.

'' Make it final stage more than two transactions and get a refund ! '' Giorgio taunted, `` roller up coil up, one hundred one dollar bill. ``

By now all the tables were occupied and hundreds or maybe yard of youth men wandered around the park looking for sex, the safe unprotected sex that they naively believed the ancient formula of lubricant provided.

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

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

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

Julia was desperate now, she needed to cum, she gripped his turncock as best she could but he was barely one-half as far into her as the Australians, `` On blimy, this is bloody fantastic, is it two minutes yet ? '' he asked.

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

'' Ca n't carry out much foresighted, Ohhhhh ! '' he exclaimed.

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

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

'' bollock, '' he replied.

'' drunkenness, '' Julia pleaded

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

'' Have a Holy Scripture with Marco, maybe a swop ? '' she suggested.

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

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

'' L dollar American for you, '' Carla smiled, `` One fifty for big men ! ``

'' Oui ! '' he agreed and paid Carla with a L one dollar bill bill, `` Is there somewhere secret ? ``

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

The Gallic boy dropped his blue jean jeans and drawers and his member hung limp and lifeless.

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

'' drinking, '' Julia replied.

'' Ok, one import, '' 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 oral fissure to take 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 mamilla, give her a good prison term too, '' Carla suggested.

'' Oui, Jean - Jaques, go for it ! '' his Quaker 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 private ! ``

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

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

'' Oh shit ! '' Julia cried in foiling 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 pants as he was leaving.

'' She OK ? '' Marco asked, `` Good drive ? ``

'' Oui, '' he replied simply.

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

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

'' Sure, retain her go through Carla, '' Giorgio ordered.

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

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

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

'' Freebie right ? '' he asked.

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

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

'' Good, very ripe, '' Marco agreed and he slid back out of her again.
'' Let us consume a drink, I get Sabrina to satiate in here, one consequence. '' Marco agreed, he wiped his still unbending cock and forced it back in his pants.

Marco returned before Carla had finished arguing with a span of young men who were trying to negotiate a discount.

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

Sabrina was completely raw except for leather wrist, ankle and collar simplicity indistinguishable to those Julia word of honor, the dying rays of sunlight shone on her soot black skin, `` She usually works in the bar, the fresh air will be ripe ! ``

Carla helped Julia up, her puss throbbed and her knee buckled as she tried to walk but Giorgio and Carla supported her as they helped her to walk the c yards or so to the shops.

The shop were identical low rise Mediterranean Sea style whitewashed against the sun, each peg down frontage had a narrow door and a wide window in which a female child 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 tradition and local law, and only after sunset until before sunrise.

Julia stared, was this to be her future.

Bars and clubs lined the contract streets leading to the old town, too nail down even for donkey pushcart hoi polloi jostled to locomote around.

Julia saw a line of uniform officers blocking the street, hope flared briefly and died as she saw they were preventing unlicenced women passing a line of bitt, which separated the brothel prevention from the eternal rest of the street, `` You should have read the posting, '' 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 entry door, she looked bored.

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

A mixologist looked on, swarthy, Spanish maybe, 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 minor room.

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

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

'' She suck ? '' his ally asked.

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

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

'' But ! '' Julia pleaded.

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

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

'' But ! '' Julia pleaded, `` You ca n't, not betray 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 usher me how you suck cock, '' Marco demanded as the man paid his fifty dollars.

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

'' suck ! '' Carl ordered.

Julia tried to resist but Carla pried her mouth unfold and the swarthy middle aged man began to fuck her face.

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

'' She no good, '' Marco explained, `` For house of ill repute whore, put her in the cubicle ! ''

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

'' I want to fuck her soaked ass, '' Marco explained, `` Nice Virgo the Virgin cocksucker. ``

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

'' Hanna, '' Carla said softly, `` Break sentence, '' and she lifted a wooden projection screen to reveal the defenseless
fair sex 's top half and the street prospect beyond the window.

'' trade good, I get hamper, '' the woman replied as she stepped backwards to reach Carla, `` I do bollocks up job yes ? ``

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

Julia 's skirt came down easily but then had to release her custody to murder her blouse, `` One mistaken move and we cut it off, Giorgio cautioned and then Julia was naked.

They manhandled her into the cubicle, ot was as big as a lavatory cubicle but the window was set in a thick wall and there was a stone ledge with one-half round loving cup in it where generation of whores had been bent while men had used them.

A convenient hook secured Julia 's collar and as Carla eased her mammilla into the Edward Durell Stone cupful so she stared out of the tiny windowpane at the people passing by as Carla secured her manpower and feet to iron tintinnabulation and finally brought down the blind against her lower back.

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

'' Ohhhh, '' Julia wailed.

'' See, natural born woman of the street, '' Giorgio exclaimed.

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

She saw her dad, with a enchained raw tart, in the street outside her window trying to do a deal.

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

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

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

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

'' Right, so how a great deal to do it you darlin ? `` he asked Carla.

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

'' How about L ? '' he asked.

'' How about you lose fifty pounds and claim a bath ? '' Carla replied.

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

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

'' Say you finished, I got some sober business sector with that tart ! '' Julia 's founding father insisted, `` She reminds me of my footling Julia ! ``

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


To be continued ?