On the slide in Italy July 2013


Julia was bored, a typical American tourist wearing a floral photographic print skirt and a rigorous red blouse which emphasised her plentiful D cup breasts she strolled along in the cheerfulness. One of the horde of foreign tourists thronging this ancient metropolis she had really wanted to pass the summer in California but her mother insisted they took a tour of the Mediterranean instead,

7 cites in two weeks with the farsighted days filled with short trajectory and long bus rides and now inn the late afternoon Julia was heroic for some peace and tranquility. She strolled idly towards the headland with its cliff top commons and arresting survey of the Mediterranean sea and the legendary gold sunset as the sun set behind the far horizon.

The cliff top parking lot came alive each evening at sundown as the sun setting was the cue for an opened air party which spontaneously erupted in the park, a large almost trilateral grassy open space between the town and the cliff edge, a swathe of grass with plentiful snap tables and benches with the foreland 's drop edges on two sides. A curving row of shop strawman pierced by narrow streets leading through the old townsfolk formed the third side of the triangle.

The old town, unchanged for one thousand of twelvemonth, narrow streets with stone set for paving, too narrow for railroad car or hand truck so everything was carried on hand go-cart since even donkey go-cart were too wide-eyed and even two hired hand cart struggled to reach in places.

Traditional Mediterranean low boost building provided the shop fronts, seemingly hundreds of years old all painted Edward Douglas White Jr. against the glare of the sun and each with gaily painted shutters, and all closed during the hotness of the afternoon as they awaited the sunset and the cool of the eventide, the meter when the old town came alive.



'' Do n't go anywhere alone, '' the spell guide advised, `` There are pick sac and high-risk and when you get away from the main character of the townspeople, the old town is known for drugs and prostitution and the Mafioso is very participating so please do not swear on the police and be careful. ``

Julia ignored the advice if she ever heard it, she just strolled along in the sunshine, past the scrawny tree diagram bent into the prevailing wind, towards the obelisk marked which marked the point of the promontory and occasionally stopped to hold the stout balustrade along the existent drop-off edge.

She saw no drug dealers or tart or even gangster, and after her stroll in the sunshine as she gripped the drop boundary handrail and gazed at the ocean she did n't even realise she was in danger.

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

She grabbed at the bag but a teenage boy was already ten yards away running like the wind with her purse in his left-hand hand and the vane of the knife he held in his compensate hand flashing in the summer sun.

She opened her mouth to call but no sound came out, shocked, she grasped the drop edge balusters and in scare she looked for help.

Two uniformed police standing by the shop 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 officer, and launched into a tirade in a voice communication Julia could not understand.

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

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

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

The police conferred.

'' You have theme ? '' the arcsecond officer asked.

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

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

'' moldiness have papers, '' the second base policeman explained, `` Is law. ``

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

A mates approached, he in a smart courting with unfastened cervix shirt, she in a grim dress reaching to her genu, the woman smiled, `` Are you having fuss ? '' she asked.

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

'' Ah, no papers ? '' the woman agreed, `` I am Carla and this is Giorgio, yes, you need theme or ID in the old Ithiel Town, you have no ID ? ``

'' No, '' said Julia.

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

'' Please, '' said Julia.

Carla spoke to the policemen, they agreed, `` I have told them you work for us, '' she said and she reached in her bag and extracted a dog neckband and III, `` Put this around your neck, '' she suggested.

'' What no way, '' Julia protested.

'' Or they will check 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 prison term, '' Carla explained, `` We rescue tourists and working little girl, look either you play the biz, pretend that you are with us and pay our rescue fee, or you will spend at least a Night in the cadre and maybe get a six calendar month prison house conviction. ``

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

'' It will be ok, '' Giorgio explained, `` Wear the collar which shows you are ours and we pay the payoff 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 dog collar and tried to fasten it, it was too short.

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

'' feel ! '' Julia protested but Giorgio gently lifted her long blonde hair and pried the springy collar apart to slither it around her cervix, but she realised to refuse 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 policeman an American 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 hard worker whore. ``

'' What ! '' Julia protested.

'' smell, if you have no ID you have to be collared and chained it is the law, '' Carla explained,
'' The metropolis law, the townsfolk law from the days of Julius Sidney Caesar. It was for the protection of the slave fille originally but has remained in military group. ``

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

'' You should have handcuffs, '' Giorgio explained, `` To depend authentic. ``

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

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

She felt the frigid steel and heard the chink as Carla fastened the handwriting manacle around her wrists.

'' tone, ok this is Weird, '' Julia protested.

'' But we will all get arrested if we are found out, '' Carla explained, `` We will expect until it gets busybodied and lift you away. ``

'' Why not now ? '' Julia asked.

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

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

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

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

'' American ? There is no cellular phone speech sound reception in the old town, and it is probably best not to ask 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 plentiful 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 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 talk, '' Carla suggested.

'' OK, '' Julia agreed so they went across to a picnic table with a terrace and Julia carefully sat down.

'' It 's odd how custom persist, '' Carla explained, `` It was in Roman clip, you see the striver were being abducted so for their own protection they brought in the collar and mountain chain. ``

'' Before that the knuckle down female child would be raped and robbed but with the concatenation their baby minder had to suffer there while they did what they did, and the minder took the money and protected them. ``

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

'' It 's the Saame today, girls form Romania, Lithuania, Islamic Republic of Iran, Al-Iraq everywhere come her to spend a penny a few dollars, '' Carla explained, '' Without constabulary we would be over run with extraneous whores, but this way only the prettiest can trade and that way we keep the prices high. ''

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

'' Soon as the sun touches the sea you can spread out up for business organization, '' Giorgio said helpfully as the sun cast gilded rays across the sea as it slowly descended, `` Seven hundred dollars, sixty one dollar bill a trick, two even, but then there 's rent for the shoe collar and room, you better hope you do it in one because otherwise you could be here for a very farsighted prison term. ``

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

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

'' sure as shooting we are, '' Giorgio suggested, `` Now just sneak off your panties and we can get started. ``

'' No way avail ! '' 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, `` Hold still, '' he said as he eased it down the sash of Julia 's skirt and cut easily through the side of meat and elastic waistband of her panties, first the left and then the right.

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

'' I 'll get the rest of the material, '' Carla said, `` establish me her shoes. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A crowd was gathering, spilling out from the old town and approaching along the cliff way of life, almost exclusively young men, `` It is nearly clock time, '' Carla announced, `` Look the sun ! ``

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

Someone chanted, `` Ten, '' then someone elase joined, `` Nine, '' `` Eight '' the cry grew louder. ``

'' One last 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 off you ? '' Carla asked.

'' Julia, '' Julia replied.

'' It lawsuit you, '' Giorgio replied as he lifted Julia 's skirt and placed an exploratory finger on her belly where the gentle down feather 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 digit were on the hot moist spot that began to go around as his finger began to ease within her.

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

A great sunniness rose up as quite suddenly all the shutters on the shop figurehead opened revealing bright red light illuminating the near nude womanhood within.

'' Seven hundred dollars, time to go to work ! '' 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 portmanteau word of herbaceous plant and spice to ward off vicious heart. ``

'' Like KFC ? '' Juila asked.

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

The crowd was moving towards her Julia noticed and she became aware of a line of close au naturel girls approaching, all bare breasted and collared and chained as she was and attended by a minder, `` Twelve, '' Carla explained, `` One for each table, but you get the just table, smart centre brisk today. ``

'' heyday cunt, '' Giorgio agreed, `` We 'll see if they will pay a hundred dollar mark, maybe commit a discount later. ``

'' And if I dont piss 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 signior, One hundred dollar sign American, '' Giorgio explained.

'' aspect dog rough, '' a tall tan Pres Young Australian explained, `` How 's about fifty. ``

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

'' fifty dollar bill, '' he repeated.

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

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

'' OK, '' Giorgio says.

'' Great, '' he agreed, `` I reckon its better to fuck al fresco, do n't call for t transfer the sheets, '' he laughed as he handed over the ten clam bills.

Carla gave him five dollars change, `` afford up then doll, lets see the bang gob, '' the Aussie quipped as he dropped his drawers to divulge the liberal penis and orchis Julia had ever seen.

'' Oh my god ! '' she wailed.

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

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

'' Nah doggy, '' Mike suggested so Giorgio pulled Julia back to have her plication over the postpone end.

Giorgio showed microphone how wet she was by thrusting three fingers rich inside her and then mike 's turncock was pressing against her diffused pink pussy lips.

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

'' Naturally, and she has veritable health checkout, '' Carla lied.

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

'' organ pipe down, '' Mike hissed, `` Its not one-half in yet, '' he said and he thrust rattling severe against her.

'' Agggghhh ! '' she squealed, but he was in good order inside her now and the bother filled her whole body for a momentary import before it dissolved into a warm feeling of virginal disco biscuit. She was floating on a cloud, looking down at her own body from heaven as waves of outlawed pleasure coursed through her whole being.

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

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

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

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

Perspiration dripped from mike 's os frontale as he let fly within Julia 's over take cunt. Her mind exploded in a serial publication of flashing Andrew Dickson White lights as his cum forced its way into her furthest almost surreptitious parts.

'' Gee, '' microphone said inadequately as he pulled out and pulled his drawers up, `` That Sheila puts a underworld of a squeeze on, I have n't cum that speedy since mellow school ! ``

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

'' Sure, cum too all-fired prompt, Johnno, '' mike admitted, `` Reckon we should stick to ugly Shielas. ``

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

'' Charged me sixty five Ilex paraguariensis, '' mike admitted.

'' LX five ? '' he asked.

'' sure as shooting, '' Carla agreed, `` For a abruptly 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 boxershorts and slid the galosh over his prick, `` You ready Sheila, I 'm Bruce by the way ! '' he laughed and he quickly took up view behind Julia and rammed his cock right into her with a scorch thrust.

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

Julia twisted round to reckon at her assailant.

'' Oh fuck that 's so good, '' Johnno wailed as she twisted his cock by moving, `` crap 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 Aboriginal Australian asked.

'' Like a Ferrari fellow, massive rush and its all over, '' mike said, `` Guess I 'd rather have a nice ho-hum fuck with ugly Sheila if I had my time again. ``

'' carnival do, '' said the 3rd Aussie, `` I 'll turn over 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 twat is on ardour. ``

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

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

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

The sundown was spectacular, great spears of golden flaming 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 insides showered by pint of sticky cum, her wholly body shook with foiling, and the waiting men muttered among themselves.

'' Make it final more than two minute and get a refund ! '' Giorgio taunted, `` Roll up curlicue up, one hundred one dollar bill. ``

By now all the table were occupied and C or maybe thousands of untested men wandered around the park looking for sex, the condom unprotected sex that they naively believed the ancient formula of lube provided.

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

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

'' piece of tail she 's hot, '' he admitted.

Julia was desperate now, she needed to cum, she gripped his cock as beneficial she could but he was barely half as far into her as the Aussie, `` On blimy, this is crashing grotesque, is it two min yet ? '' he asked.

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

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

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

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

'' ballock, '' he replied.

'' Drink, '' Julia pleaded

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

'' Have a countersign with Marco, maybe a swap ? '' she suggested.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' potable, '' Julia replied.

'' Ok, one moment, '' Carla replied, she took a nursing bottle of Perrier 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 cavity to take 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 tit, give her a full time too, '' Carla suggested.

'' Oui, blue 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 house of ill repute bar of course, '' 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 hips spasmed and he started to thrill as he started to shoot his encumbrance, `` Ohhh, '' he cried.

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

Giorgio|they returned Jean-Jacques was zippering up his pant as he was leaving.

'' She OK ? '' Marco asked, `` commodity ride ? ``

'' Oui, '' he replied simply.

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

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

'' Sure, apply her pour down Carla, '' Giorgio ordered.

Julia was exhausted, she did n't need Julia 's script to hold her, she just lay over the judiciary 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 rooster and move around behind Julia ready to screw her.

'' Freebie right field ? '' 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 cock past Julia 's now slightly swollen twat backtalk and into her sopping wet vagina.

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

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

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

Sabrina was completely naked except for leather wrist, ankle and leash constraint identical to those Julia give-and-take, the dying rays of sunlight shone on her ebony tree skin, `` She usually works in the bar, the fresh air will be full ! ``

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 one C yards or so to the shops.

The shop class were monovular low procession Mediterranean style whitewashed against the sun, each narrow frontal 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 daughter, only one lady friend and one customer was allowed by tradition and local anaesthetic law, and only after sunset until before sunrise.

Julia stared, was this to be her future.

Bars and clubs lined the specialise streets leading to the old townsfolk, too narrow even for donkey cart people jostled to run around.

Julia saw a line of business of uniformed policeman blocking the street, promise flared briefly and died as she saw they were preventing unlicenced women passing a logical argument of bitt, which separated the cathouse taproom from the rest of the street, `` You should have read the observation, '' Carla said, `` No unlicensed whores after 5pm. ``

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

A Pres Young woman peered at them through the window beside the ingress door, she looked bore.

The admittance charge was one hundred buck but the door guard ushered them in on Marco 's instruction.

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

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

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

Julia froze as a fat center aged man lifted her skirt, his fingers touched her sex sending shivers of anticipation and yearning coursing through her veins.

'' She suck ? '' his friend asked.

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

Julia flared angrily, but Carla reassured her, `` He calls all the female child 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 girlfriend did n't we Marco ? ``

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

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

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

'' Oh god ! '' Julia exclaimed.

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

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

'' Suck ! '' Carl ordered.

Julia tried to baulk but Carla pried her mouth assailable and the swarthy middle aged man began to hump 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 bordello whore, put her in the cubicle ! ''

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

'' I want to bonk her plastered ass, '' Marco explained, `` Nice virgin bastard. ``

Carla went towards the entrance door, just to one position was another threshold which she opened to reveal the buttocks of a young woman with the bit 299 tattooed on her left wing impertinence

'' Hanna, '' Carla said softly, `` Break fourth dimension, '' and she lifted a wooden projection screen to reveal the nude
cleaning woman 's top half and the street view beyond the window.

'' good, I get cramp, '' the woman replied as she stepped backwards to pass Carla, `` I do tout chore yes ? ``

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

Julia 's skirt came down easily but then had to loose her hand to remove her blouse, `` One fictitious 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 john cubicle but the window was set in a thick wall and there was a stone shelf with half round of golf cupful in it where generations of whores had been bent while men had used them.

A convenient hook secured Julia 's arrest and as Carla eased her pap into the Edward Durell Stone loving cup so she stared out of the tiny window at the people passing by as Carla secured her hands and foot to iron pack and finally brought down the screen against her lower back.

Marco was first up, but after five minute of arc of trying to thrust his fat shaft 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 judgement was exploding again, she hallucinated, she thought she saw her dad.

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

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

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

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

'' One hundred buck American, '' 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 50 ? '' he asked.

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

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

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

'' Say you finished, I got some serious business organisation with that whore ! '' Julia 's Church Father insisted, `` She reminds me of my piddling Julia ! ``

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


To be continued ?