On the coast in Italy July 2013


Julia was bored, a typical American tourist wearing a flowered photographic print wench and a miserly red blouse which emphasised her plentiful D cup breasts she strolled along in the sunshine. One of the horde of foreign holidaymaker thronging this antediluvian urban center she had really wanted to drop the summer in California but her mother insisted they took a circuit of the Mediterranean instead,

seven-spot cites in two workweek with the yearn twenty-four hour period filled with short flights and hanker bus ride and now inn the late afternoon Julia was desperate for some serenity and quiet. She strolled idly towards the foreland 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 car park came alive each evening at sunset as the sun setting was the cue for an candid air party which spontaneously erupted in the park, a large almost triangular grassy clear space between the town and the cliff boundary, a swathe of grass with rich picnic tables and workbench with the head 's cliff edges on two side. A curving row of workshop front line pierced by narrow streets leading through the old town formed the third side of the triangle.

The old town, unchanged for M of yr, narrow streets with stone sets for pavement, too specify for cars or trucks so everything was carried on hand carts since even Equus asinus pushcart were too encompassing and even two deal carts struggled to pass in places.

Traditional Mediterranean low rise buildings provided the store fronts, seemingly C of days old all painted albumen against the glare of the sun and each with gaily painted shutters, and all closed during the heat of the afternoon as they awaited the sunset and the cool of the evening, the time when the old township came alive.



'' Do n't go anywhere alone, '' the go guide advised, `` There are filling pockets and unfit and when you get away from the master component part of the town, the old town is known for drugs and prostitution and the Mafioso is very alive so please do not rely on the police and be measured. ``

Julia ignored the advice if she ever heard it, she just strolled along in the sunshine, past the stunted Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree bent into the prevailing idle words, towards the obelisk marked which marked the point of the foreland and occasionally stopped to hold the stout balusters along the actual drop edge.

She saw no drug principal or prostitute or even mobster, and after her stroll in the sunlight as she gripped the cliff bound handrail and gazed at the ocean she did n't even realise she was in danger.

She did n't even gain 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 cubic yard away running like the wind with her pocketbook in his left script and the blade of the knife he held in his decently hand flashing in the summer sun.

She opened her mouth to shout out but no audio came out, shocked, she grasped the cliff border balusters and in panic 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 party favor ? '' Julia tried hopefully.

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

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

The law conferred.

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

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

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

'' Must have document, '' the second policeman explained, `` Is law. ``

'' But my bag, '' Julia protested and the commencement police officer again began to explain.

A couple approached, he in a ache suit with capable neck shirt, she in a Negroid dress reaching to her knee, the woman smiled, `` Are you having trouble ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' No, '' said Julia.

Carla smiled, `` Lots of missy come here from all over EEC, 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 policeman, they agreed, `` I have told them you work for us, '' she said and she reached in her bag and extracted a dog taking into custody and leash, `` Put this around your neck, '' she suggested.

'' What no way, '' Julia protested.

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

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

'' We do this all the prison term, '' Carla explained, `` We rescue tourists and working girls, 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 electric cell and maybe get a six month prison sentence. ``

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

'' It will be fine, '' Giorgio explained, `` Wear the collar which shows you are ours and we pay the bribe and you pay us back, five hundred dollar mark fee plus the bribe. ``

'' That 's extortionate ! '' 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 fasten it, it was too short.

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

'' face ! '' Julia protested but Giorgio gently lifted her long blond hair and pried the springy collar apart to skid it around her neck, but she realised to refuse would probably mean she was arrested so she just let him ease the heavy collar around her neck and secure 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 lose the thing ? ``

'' When you pay us, '' Carla said, `` Until then you are our slave whore. ``

'' What ! '' Julia protested.

'' Look, if you have no ID you have to be collared and chained it is the law, '' Carla explained,
'' The urban center law, the townsfolk law from the 24-hour interval of Julius Sidney Caesar. It was for the protection of the slave young woman originally but has remained in force-out. ``

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

'' You should take handcuff, '' Giorgio explained, `` To wait authentic. ``

'' 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 common cold steel and heard the mouse click as Carla fastened the hired man handcuff around her wrists.

'' looking at, 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 busy and sneak you away. ``

'' Why not now ? '' Julia asked.

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

'' Let me phone my dad, '' Julia demanded.

'' And where is he ? '' Carla asked.

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

'' American ? There is no jail cell phone reception in the old town, and it is probably best not to call for him yet otherwise you could be arrested again. '' Carla explained.

'' Why exactly ? '' Julia enquired.

'' Believe me they do n't need a grounds, but a rich Americans are expected to pay big bribe, '' Carla smiled, `` But do n't occupy. ``

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

'' Lets sit down and blab out, '' Carla suggested.

'' OK, '' Julia agreed so they went across to a field day mesa with a bench and Julia carefully sat down.

'' It 's odd how traditions persist, '' Carla explained, `` It was in Roman times, you see the hard worker were being abducted so for their own trade protection they brought in the leash and Chain. ``

'' Before that the hard worker lady friend would be raped and robbed but with the Sir Ernst Boris Chain their minder had to stand up 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, fille form Romania, Lithuania, Iran, Iraq everywhere come her to take in a few dollars, '' Carla explained, '' Without laws we would be over run with foreign whores, but this way only the prettiest can sell and that way we keep the prices high gear. ''

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

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

'' All summer maybe, in a little back room, because you wo n't stay 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 one's mind 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 minor but wickedly sharp pen knife, `` handle still, '' he said as he eased it down the sash of Julia 's skirt and cut easily through the incline and elastic band waistcloth of her panties, first the left and then the right.

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

'' I 'll get the respite of the stuff, '' Carla said, `` Give me her shoes. ``

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

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

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

'' Your size ? '' she queried as she produced some very worn fateful strap shoes with maybe four or five inch heels, she jammed them on Julia 's understructure and clicked them in billet with a padlock through the ankle joint strap.

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

'' Sure you can, '' Carla laughed, now a couplet of final spot, she said as she took stout leather handlock from her bag and fastened one around Julia 's left articulatio talocruralis fastening three strap and then the rightfulness before attaching a short chemical chain between them.

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

A gang was gathering, spilling out from the old townspeople and approaching along the drop-off path, almost exclusively young men, `` It is nearly fourth dimension, '' Carla announced, `` depend the sun ! ``

Julia looked, `` You see Arabian bawd could not come out in the sun or they burn brown like Negroid so after the autumn of Egypt Caesar pronounced no working girl should be abroad before sun down. ``

mortal chanted, `` Ten, '' then someone elase joined, `` nine-spot, '' `` Eight '' the cry grew louder. ``

'' One last thing, '' Giorgio declared, `` You must show your breast 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 suit you, '' Giorgio replied as he lifted Julia 's doll and placed an explorative finger's breadth on her belly where the gentle 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 fingers were on the hot moist spot that began to spread as his finger's breadth began to ease within her.

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

A great cheerfulness rose up as quite suddenly all the shutters on the shop class forepart opened revealing bright red brightness illuminating the approach bare womanhood within.

'' Seven hundred dollars, fourth dimension to go to process ! '' Giorgio whispered as he wormed a third finger into Julia 's sopping vagina.

Carla gently squeezed Julia 's mammilla, 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 spiciness to guard off evil liquor. ``

'' Like KFC ? '' Juila asked.

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

The gang was moving towards her Julia noticed and she became aware of a line of skinny bare girls approaching, all bare breasted and collared and chained as she was and attended by a babyminder, `` Twelve, '' Carla explained, `` One for each table, but you get the safe board, new meat fresh 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 someone will buy you, otherwise we take you house and try again tomorrow ! ''

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

'' Si signior, One hundred one dollar bill American, '' Giorgio explained.

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

'' Seventy five ? '' Julia suggested as she stared at his across-the-board shoulders and rugged weatherbeaten face.

'' 50, '' he repeated.

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

'' Nah I need a love checkmate, hows about LX five ? '' the Aboriginal Australian suggested.

'' OK, '' Giorgio says.

'' Great, '' he agreed, `` I reckon its estimable to have a go at it al fresco, do n't necessitate t exchange the sheets, '' he laughed as he handed over the ten dollar bills.

Carla gave him five dollar bill change, `` Open up then doll, lets see the fuck fix, '' the Aboriginal Australian quipped as he dropped his pants to reveal the handsome 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 shelve top.

'' Nah doggy, '' microphone suggested so Giorgio pulled Julia back to have her twist over the table end.

Giorgio showed mike how wet she was by thrusting three fingers deep inside her and then Mike 's hammer was pressing against her soft pink bitch lips.

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

'' Naturally, and she has veritable wellness check, '' Carla lied.

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

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

'' Agggghhh ! '' she squealed, but he was decently inside her now and the annoyance filled her whole physical structure for a pass off moment before it dissolved into a warm feeling of pure raptus. She was floating on a cloud, looking down at her own body from heaven as waves of outlawed joy coursed through her whole being.

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

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

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

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

sudation dripped from Mike 's forehead as he let fly within Julia 's over take cunt. Her mind exploded in a serial of flashing white luminance as his cum forced its way into her utmost most secret parts.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Sixty five ? '' he asked.

'' certain, '' Carla agreed, `` For a short circuit 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 local anaesthetic. ``

'' Better safe than sorry, '' he said as he pushed down his khaki shorts and slid the caoutchouc over his turncock, `` You quick Sheila, I 'm Bruce by the way ! '' he laughed and he quickly took up position behind Julia and rammed his dick right into her with a scorch thrust.

'' Fucking netherworld she 's slippery, like a Haddock ! '' he gasped, `` So squeeze me, do something, I 'm like a mop in a bucket here. ``

Julia twisted one shot to search at her assailant.

'' Oh fuck that 's so good, '' 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 dozen times.

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

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

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

'' Fair do, '' said the third base Australian, `` 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 slit is on fire. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Make it last more than two bit and get a refund ! '' Giorgio taunted, `` axial motion up Roll up, one hundred dollars. ``

By now all the tables were occupied and C or maybe thousands of Edward Young men wandered around the park looking for sex, the safe unprotected sex that they naively believed the ancient recipe of lubricator provided.

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

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

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

Julia was do-or-die now, she needed to cum, she gripped his cock as well she could but he was barely half as far into her as the Australian, `` On blimy, this is damn fantastic, is it two proceedings yet ? '' he asked.

Carla shook her head, `` Not yet, '' it was actually twenty seven instant. ``

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

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

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

'' testis, '' he replied.

'' swallow, '' Julia pleaded

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

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

Giorgio handed Julia 's chain 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 50 for big men ! ``

'' Oui ! '' he agreed and paid Carla with a fifty dollar bill, `` Is there somewhere common soldier ? ``

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

The French boy dropped his dungaree jeans and pugilist and his penis hung limp and lifeless.

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

'' potable, '' Julia replied.

'' Ok, one moment, '' Carla replied, she took a bottle of Perrier piddle from her bag, took a swig and knelt down before the frenchman, `` Allow me, '' she said as she grasped his pecker and kissed it.

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

'' set, '' 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 full ! ``

'' So do something with her tits, feed her a beneficial sentence too, '' Carla suggested.

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

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

'' Fucking in the brothel bar of trend, '' he laughed, `` Nice and warm and private ! ``

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

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

'' Oh shit ! '' Julia cried in frustration as her whole being craved orgasm, unmindful now to the crew of onlooker surrounding her as he fucked into her.

Giorgio|they returned Jean-Jacques was zippering up his knickers 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 downhearted Carla, '' Giorgio ordered.

Julia was exhausted, she did n't need Julia 's manus to obligate her, she just lay over the bench with her rear raised.

'' She look at it up the ass ? '' Marco asked.

'' Not yet, '' Giorgio admitted as he watched Marco slip a condom onto his dead fat cock and move around behind Julia ready to have a go at it her.

'' Freebie right ? '' he asked.

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

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

'' Good, very good, '' Marco agreed and he slid back out of her again.
'' Let us have a drink, I get Sabrina to fill in here, one present moment. '' Marco agreed, he wiped his still rigid putz and forced it back in his pants.

Marco returned before Carla had finished arguing with a couple of Brigham Young men who were trying to negotiate a discount.

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

Sabrina was completely naked except for leather wrist, ankle joint and collar restraints identical to those Julia Logos, the dying rays of sun shone on her ebony tree pelt, `` She usually works in the bar, the wise air will be estimable ! ``

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

The workshop were identical low rising slope Mediterranean mode whitewashed against the sun, each narrow frontage had a narrow-minded door and a wide window in which a young lady posed provocatively or against which the curtains were drawn as she entertained.

Each shop had one daughter, 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 minute streets leading to the old town, too specify even for domestic ass carts masses jostled to move around.

Julia saw a line of uniformed officers blocking the street, promise flared briefly and died as she saw they were preventing unlicensed women passing a argument of bollards, which separated the brothel streak from the rest of the street, `` You should have read the notification, '' Carla said, `` No unlicenced bawd after 5pm. ``

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

A Young cleaning woman peered at them through the windowpane beside the entrance door, she looked bored.

The entree complaint was one hundred dollars but the doorman ushered them in on Marco 's instruction.

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

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

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

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

'' She suck ? '' his ally asked.

'' Fifty, '' Marco chuckled, `` On your stifle bitch ! '' he said.

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

'' But ! '' Julia pleaded.

'' He is a good man, he understands little girl, '' 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 titmouse, 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 decide whether to stay on or not, that 's if he likes you. ``

'' Oh god ! '' Julia exclaimed.

'' So picture me how you suck putz, '' Marco demanded as the man paid his l 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 mouth open and the dark-skinned heart aged man began to fuck her face.

'' Is commodity, '' 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 brothel whore, put her in the stall ! ''

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

'' I want to eff her closely ass, '' Marco explained, `` Nice virgin asshole. ``

Carla went towards the entrance door, just to one side was another threshold which she opened to reveal the hind end of a young cleaning woman with the number 299 tattooed on her left buttock

'' Hanna, '' Carla said softly, `` Break time, '' and she lifted a wooden screenland to reveal the naked
cleaning lady 's top half and the street setting beyond the window.

'' Good, I get halter, '' the cleaning lady replied as she stepped backwards to evanesce Carla, `` I do blow out jobs yes ? ``

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

Julia 's skirt came down easily but then had to resign her hands to take her blouse, `` One faux 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 lav booth but the window was set in a thick wall and there was a Harlan Fiske Stone shelf with half beat cups in it where propagation of cyprian had been bent while men had used them.

A convenient hook secured Julia 's collar and as Carla eased her tits into the stone cups so she stared out of the tiny window at the people passing by as Carla secured her hands and feet to iron out rings and finally brought down the screen against her crushed back.

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

'' Ohhhh, '' Julia wailed.

'' See, lifelike born bawd, '' Giorgio exclaimed.

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

She saw her dad, with a chained naked sporting lady, in the street outside her window trying to do a deal.

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

He looked at her, `` for sure honey ! '' he said, `` Why you 're the spitting if my daughter Julia ! ``

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

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

'' Right, so how much to love 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 study a bath ? '' Carla replied.

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

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

'' Say you finished, I got some grievous business concern with that fancy woman ! '' Julia 's father insisted, `` She reminds me of my slight Julia ! ``

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


To be continued ?