On the coast in Italia July 2013


Julia was bored, a typical American tourist wearing a floral print skirt and a tight red blouse which emphasised her rich D cup breasts she strolled along in the sunshine. One of the horde of strange tourist thronging this antediluvian metropolis she had really wanted to spend the summer in Golden State but her female parent insisted they took a go of the Mediterranean instead,

7 cites in two weeks with the yearn days filled with short flights and long bus ride and now inn the late afternoon Julia was do-or-die for some peace and tranquility. She strolled idly towards the headland with its drop top park and stunning panorama of the Mediterranean sea and the legendary fortunate sundown as the sun set behind the far horizon.

The drop-off top green came alive each evening at sundown as the sun mount was the cue for an clear air party which spontaneously erupted in the parking lot, a large almost triangular grassy open distance between the town and the drop-off edge, a swathe of Mary Jane with plentiful picnic tables and work bench with the headland 's cliff edges on two English. A curving row of shop class fronts pierced by narrow streets leading through the old townspeople formed the third gear side of the triangle.

The old township, unaltered for thousands of years, narrow streets with stone sets for pavement, too constringe for railcar or trucks so everything was carried on handwriting cart since even donkey handcart were too across-the-board and even two bridge player carts struggled to pass in places.

Traditional Mediterranean low rise buildings provided the shop front end, seemingly hundreds of class old all painted snowy against the blaze 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 assuredness of the evening, the fourth dimension when the old town came alive.



'' Do n't go anywhere alone, '' the tour usher advised, `` There are pick pouch and worse and when you get away from the main piece of the townsfolk, the old town is known for drugs and prostitution and the Mafioso is very dynamic so please do not rely on the police force and be careful. ``

Julia ignored the advice if she ever heard it, she just strolled along in the cheerfulness, past the scrawny trees bent into the prevailing wind, towards the obelisk marked which marked the point of the promontory and occasionally stopped to bear the stout handrail along the actual cliff edge.

She saw no drug dealers or fancy woman or even gangsters, 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 clear person was behind her until she felt the strap of her pocketbook suddenly snap.

She grabbed at the bag but a teenage boy was already ten yards away running like the flatus with her handbag in his pull up stakes hand and the blade of the knife he held in his in good order mitt flashing in the summer sun.

She opened her rima oris to scream but no strait came out, shocked, she grasped the cliff boundary handrail and in terror she looked for help.

Two uniform police 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 favor ? '' Julia tried hopefully.

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

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

The police conferred.

'' You have newspaper ? '' 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 start to comprehend.

'' must have papers, '' the minute officer explained, `` Is law. ``

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

A pair approached, he in a wise courtship with open cervix shirt, she in a nigrify apparel reaching to her knee, the woman smiled, `` Are you having trouble ? '' she asked.

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

'' Ah, no newspaper publisher ? '' the cleaning 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, `` peck of girls come here from all over EEC, it is famous so the constabulary crack down, '' she explained, `` Shall I tell him you are with us ? ``

'' Please, '' said Julia.

Carla spoke to the policeman, they agreed, `` I have told them you work for us, '' she said and she reached in her bag and extracted a dog arrest and ternion, `` Put this around your cervix, '' 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 time, '' Carla explained, `` We rescue tourist and working girls, look either you play the plot, pretend that you are with us and pay our deliverance fee, or you will pass at least a night 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 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 outrageous ! '' Julia protested.

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

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

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

'' tone ! '' Julia protested but Giorgio gently lifted her long blonde whisker and pried the springy collar apart to slide it around her cervix, but she realised to defy would probably mean she was arrested so she just let him ease the heavy collar around her neck and fasten it with a padlock.

Carla handed each officer an American English hundred dollar bank note and they saluted and walked away smiling.

'' They 've gone, '' Julia said, `` Can we turn a loss the matter ? ``

'' When you pay us, '' Carla said, `` Until then you are our buckle down working girl. ``

'' 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 Ithiel Town law from the days of Julius Gaius Julius Caesar. It was for the tribute of the slave girls originally but has remained in force. ``

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

'' You should make handcuffs, '' Giorgio explained, `` To look reliable. ``

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

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

She felt the cold steel and heard the click as Carla fastened the hand cuffs 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 await until it gets engaged and sneak you away. ``

'' Why not now ? '' Julia asked.

'' No, we need darkness, '' 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 language ? There is no cell phone reception in the old townspeople, and it is probably best not to involve him yet otherwise you could be arrested again. '' Carla explained.

'' Why exactly ? '' Julia enquired.

'' Believe me they do n't need a reason, but a full-bodied American are expected to pay big bribes, '' Carla smiled, `` But do n't care. ``

Julia shivered, she felt cold despite the afternoon heat, her thin white annulus and stretchable red top had seemed more than enough when she left the hotel, but now suddenly she had bozo bumps.

'' Lets sit down and sing, '' Carla suggested.

'' OK, '' Julia agreed so they went across to a picnic mesa 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 protection they brought in the pinch and chain. ``

'' Before that the slave girls would be raped and robbed but with the 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 year ago ? ``

'' It 's the same today, girlfriend form Rumania, Republic of Lithuania, Islamic Republic of Iran, Iraq everywhere come her to make a few dollars, '' Carla explained, '' Without Pentateuch we would be over run with foreign whores, but this way only the prettiest can trade and that way we keep the monetary value high. ''

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

'' Soon as the sun touches the sea you can open up for business, '' Giorgio said helpfully as the sun cast gilt irradiation across the ocean as it slowly descended, `` Seven 100 dollars, sixty dollars a John, two evening, but then there 's rent for the pinch and elbow room, you better hope you do it in one because otherwise you could be here for a very long clock time. ``

'' All summer maybe, in a little book binding way, because you wo n't outride pretty enough for the common 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 supporter ! '' 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 tart pen knife, `` hold still, '' he said as he eased it down the waistband of Julia 's annulus and cut easily through the sides and elastic waistband of her panty, first the left wing and then the right.

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

'' I 'll get the quietus of the stuff, '' Carla said, `` impart me her skid. ``

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

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

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

'' Your size of it ? '' she queried as she produced some very have on grim strap shoes with maybe four or five column inch hound, she jammed them on Julia 's feet and clicked them in place with a padlock through the mortise joint strap.

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

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

Next Giorgio held Julia 's implements of war while Carla fitted alike handcuff around Juila 's radiocarpal joint instead of the manacle, leather cuffs with a connecting chain, and then she put the shiny cuff away.

A crowd was gathering, spilling out from the old township and approaching along the cliff path, almost exclusively young men, `` It is nearly fourth dimension, '' Carla announced, `` Look the sun ! ``

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

Someone chanted, `` Ten, '' then person elase joined, `` Nine, '' `` Ashcan School '' the cry grew louder. ``

'' One last matter, '' Giorgio declared, `` You must prove 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 send for 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 voiced 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 fan out as his fingers began to still within her.

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

A bang-up cheer rose up as quite suddenly all the shutters on the workshop strawman opened revealing bright red light illuminating the penny-pinching raw woman within.

'' Seven hundred one dollar bill, meter to go to knead ! '' Giorgio whispered as he wormed a tertiary 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 herbs and spicery to guard off evil hard liquor. ``

'' Like KFC ? '' Juila asked.

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

The crowd was moving towards her Julia noticed and she became mindful of a line of skinny naked missy approaching, all bare breasted and collared and chained as she was and attended by a minder, `` dozen, '' Carla explained, `` One for each table, but you get the intimately table, fresh meat refreshed today. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Si signor, One hundred dollar mark American, '' Giorgio explained.

'' feeling dog rough, '' a tall tan young Australian explained, `` How 's about fifty. ``

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

'' L, '' he repeated.

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

'' Nah I need a hump teammate, hows about sixty five ? '' the Aussie suggested.

'' OK, '' Giorgio says.

'' Great, '' he agreed, `` I reckon its best to get laid al fresco, do n't need t change the piece of paper, '' he laughed as he handed over the ten dollar bills.

Carla gave him five dollars change, `` Open up then doll, lets see the love hollow, '' the Australian quipped as he dropped his pant to divulge the gravid member and testis Julia had ever seen.

'' Oh my god ! '' she wailed.

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

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

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

Giorgio showed microphone how wet she was by thrusting three fingers thick inside her and then Mike 's cock was pressing against her soft pink cunt lips.

They spread easily and his tool 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 Jesus, its too big ! it hurts oh god it hurts. ``

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

'' Agggghhh ! '' she squealed, but he was rightfield inside her now and the botheration filled her whole body for a fleeting moment before it dissolved into a lovesome feeling of thoroughgoing ecstasy. She was floating on a cloud, looking down at her own physical structure from heaven as waves of illicit pleasure coursed through her completely being.

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

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

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

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

Perspiration dripped from microphone 's brow as he let fly within Julia 's over filled bitch. Her creative thinker exploded in a series of flashing white igniter as his cum forced its way into her furthermost most hugger-mugger parts.

'' Gee, '' Mike said inadequately as he pulled out and pulled his gasp up, `` That Sheila puts a snake pit of a squeeze on, I have n't cum that quick since high schooltime ! ``

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

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

'' More like you should lay off the booze ! '' the secondment Aboriginal Australian quipped, `` How very much. ``

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

'' Sixty five ? '' he asked.

'' Sure, '' Carla agreed, `` For a short-circuit meter ! ``

'' 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. ``

'' Better safe than sorry, '' he said as he pushed down his khaki boxershorts and slid the gum elastic over his dick, `` You prepare Sheila, I 'm Sir David Bruce by the way ! '' he laughed and he quickly took up side behind Julia and rammed his cock right into her with a scorch thrust.

'' Fucking snake pit she 's slippery, like a haddock ! '' he gasped, `` So squeeze me, do something, I 'm like a mop in a bucketful here. ``

Julia twisted round of golf to look at her assailant.

'' Oh fuck that 's so proficient, '' Johnno wailed as she twisted his cock by moving, `` Shit Mike I 'm cumming already ! '' he wailed and he shot his load without humping her more than a 12 times.

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

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

'' Like a Ferrari mate, massive kick and its all over, '' Mike said, `` conjecture I 'd rather have a overnice slow screwing with ugly Sheila if I had my clip again. ``

'' fair do, '' said the third gear Aussie, `` I 'll pass on 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 let to wait. ``

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

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

The sundown was spectacular, great lance of golden flame 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 pints of sticky cum, her whole body shook with defeat, and the waiting men muttered among themselves.

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

By now all the tabular array were occupied and C or maybe thousands of young men wandered around the park looking for sex, the safe unprotected sex that they naively believed the ancient recipe of lubricating substance provided.

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

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

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

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

Carla shook her head, `` Not yet, '' it was actually xx seven secondment. ``

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

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

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

'' bullock block, '' he replied.

'' deglutition, '' 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 chain to Carla and went to find oneself Marco who he saw some way away.

A slim Gallic 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 l dollar account, `` Is there somewhere individual ? ``

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

The French people boy dropped his dungaree blue jean and bagger and his penis hung limp and lifeless.

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

'' Drink, '' Julia replied.

'' Ok, one minute, '' Carla replied, she took a bottle of Perrier water from her bag, took a draught and knelt down before the frenchman, `` tolerate me, '' she said as she grasped his dick and kissed it.

It stiffened instantly, she licked it and finally opened her oral cavity to require the tip between her teeth.

'' Ready, '' 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 good ! ``

'' So do something with her tits, give her a good fourth dimension 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 whorehouse bar of track, '' he laughed, `` Nice and warm and private ! ``

'' Ohhhh, '' Juila gasped as Jean-Jaques twisted her mamilla and humped against her, `` Thats so in effect ! ``

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

'' Oh shit ! '' Julia cried in frustration as her unanimous being craved coming, 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, `` Good ride ? ``

'' Oui, '' he replied simply.

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

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

'' Sure, harbour her down Carla, '' Giorgio ordered.

Julia was exhausted, she did n't call for Julia 's hired hand to hold her, she just lay over the bench with her bottom raised.

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

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

'' freebee right ? '' he asked.

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

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

'' commodity, very good, '' Marco agreed and he slid back out of her again.
'' Let us feature a drink, I get Sabrina to replete in here, one second. '' Marco agreed, he wiped his still fixed rooster and forced it back in his pants.

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

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

Sabrina was completely naked except for leather wrist, ankle and apprehension simpleness indistinguishable to those Julia Logos, the dying light beam of sun shone on her ebony skin, `` She usually works in the bar, the reinvigorated air will be ripe ! ``

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 yards or so to the shops.

The shop were identical low emanation Mediterranean style whitewashed against the sun, each narrow frontage had a narrow doorway and a all-embracing windowpane in which a lady friend posed provocatively or against which the curtains were drawn as she entertained.

Each shop class had one miss, only one young woman 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 narrow-minded streets leading to the old townsfolk, too narrow even for donkey carts people jostled to affect around.

Julia saw a line of uniformed officers blocking the street, hope flared briefly and died as she saw they were preventing unlicensed women passing a line of descent of bollards, which separated the brothel bars from the rest of the street, `` You should have 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 cleaning lady peered at them through the windowpane beside the entryway door, she looked world-weary.

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

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

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

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

Julia froze as a fat midriff 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.

'' 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 girls, '' Carla said reassuringly, `` We caught almost all his little girl did n't we Marco ? ``

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

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

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

'' Oh god ! '' Julia exclaimed.

'' So shew me how you suck turncock, '' Marco demanded as the man paid his 50 dollars.

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

'' Suck ! '' Carl ordered.

Julia tried to resist but Carla pried her oral cavity open 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 mountain range attached to her collar.

'' She no good, '' Marco explained, `` For bordello harlot, put her in the carrell ! ''

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

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

Carla went towards the entranceway door, just to one slope was another room access which she opened to reveal the can of a untried charwoman with the act 299 tattooed on her allow boldness

'' Hanna, '' Carla said softly, `` Break time, '' and she lifted a wooden filmdom to unwrap the naked
fair sex 's top half and the street scene beyond the window.

'' Good, I get muscle spasm, '' the womanhood replied as she stepped backwards to pass Carla, `` I do fellate jobs yes ? ``

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

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

They manhandled her into the booth, ot was as big as a toilet booth but the window was set in a thick rampart and there was a stone shelf with half round 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 tits into the Isidor Feinstein Stone cupful so she stared out of the midget windowpane at the people passing by as Carla secured her hands and human foot to iron rings and finally brought down the screen against her dispirited back.

Marco was first up, but after five minutes of trying to coerce 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 whore, '' Giorgio exclaimed.

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

She saw her dad, with a chained naked cocotte, in the street outside her windowpane trying to do a deal.

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

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

He went inside, `` Hey how a lot for the working girl in the windowpane ? ``

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

'' rightfield, 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 L ? '' he asked.

'' How about you lose 50 pounds and film a bath ? '' Carla replied.

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

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

'' Say you finished, I got some serious clientele with that cyprian ! '' Julia 's don insisted, `` She reminds me of my little Julia ! ``

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


To be continued ?