On the coast in Italy July 2013


Julia was bored, a typical American language tourist wearing a floral photographic print doll and a tight red blouse which emphasised her ample D cup breasts she strolled along in the sunlight. One of the horde of foreign tourists thronging this ancient metropolis she had really wanted to spend the summer in California but her mother insisted they took a enlistment of the Mediterranean instead,

Seven cites in two weeks with the prospicient days filled with short-circuit flights and yearn bus drive and now inn the lately afternoon Julia was dire for some peace and repose. She strolled idly towards the headland with its cliff top park and bedaze sentiment of the Mediterranean sea and the legendary golden sunset as the sun set behind the far horizon.

The cliff top car park came alert each evening at sunset as the sun setting was the cue for an undefendable air political party which spontaneously erupted in the parkland, a large almost triangular grassy afford distance between the town and the drop edge, a wrapping of eatage with copious walkover board and benches with the headland 's cliff border on two sides. A curving row of shop fronts pierced by narrow streets leading through the old town formed the tierce position of the triangle.

The old Town, unchanged for thousands of years, nail down streets with stone sets for pavement, too pin down for cable car or trucks so everything was carried on bridge player cart since even donkey carts were too encompassing and even two hand carts struggled to fall out in places.

Traditional Mediterranean Sea low rise construction provided the shop fronts, seemingly hundreds of years old all painted E. B. White against the glare of the sun and each with gaily painted shutters, and all closed during the estrus of the afternoon as they awaited the sunset and the cool of the evening, the fourth dimension when the old town came alive.



'' Do n't go anywhere alone, '' the hitch guide advised, `` There are peck pockets and worse and when you get away from the main part of the town, the old town is known for drugs and whoredom and the Mafioso is very active so delight 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 stunted trees bent into the prevailing wind, towards the obelisk marked which marked the tip of the headland and occasionally stopped to hold the stout handrail along the actual cliff edge.

She saw no drug bargainer or prostitutes or even gangsters, and after her stroll in the sun as she gripped the cliff boundary handrail and gazed at the sea she did n't even realise she was in danger.

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

She grabbed at the bag but a adolescent boy was already ten pace away running like the wind with her handbag in his left wing bridge player and the vane of the knife he held in his veracious hand flashing in the summer sun.

She opened her mouth to scream but no speech sound came out, shocked, she grasped the drop boundary handrail and in terror she looked for help.

Two uniform police standing by the shops in the space 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 speech 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 papers ? '' the indorsement officer asked.

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

'' No ? '' the first base officer queried and he again patiently explained something in a lyric Julia could not even begin to comprehend.

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

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

A couple approached, he in a smart suit with open air cervix shirt, she in a black dress reaching to her knee, the cleaning lady smiled, `` Are you having worry ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' No, '' said Julia.

Carla smiled, `` loads of miss 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 police officer, they agreed, `` I have told them you work for us, '' she said and she reached in her bag and extracted a dog shoe collar and terzetto, `` Put this around your cervix, '' she suggested.

'' What no way, '' Julia protested.

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

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

'' We do this all the fourth dimension, '' Carla explained, `` We rescue tourists and working girls, look either you play the secret plan, pretend that you are with us and pay our rescue fee, or you will spend at least a night in the cells and maybe get a six calendar month prison house sentence. ``

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

'' It will be ok, '' Giorgio explained, `` Wear the choker 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 shoe collar and tried to fix it, it was too short.

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

'' flavour ! '' Julia protested but Giorgio gently lifted her long blond hairsbreadth and pried the springy collar apart to slide it around her neck, but she realised to decline would probably imply she was arrested so she just let him alleviate the heavy collar around her neck opening 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 slave prostitute. ``

'' What ! '' Julia protested.

'' flavor, 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 Day of Julius Sidney Caesar. It was for the protection of the slave girls originally but has remained in force. ``

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

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

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

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

She felt the cold blade and heard the mouse click as Carla fastened the bridge player manacle around her wrists.

'' feeling, 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 busybodied and sneak you away. ``

'' Why not now ? '' Julia asked.

'' No, we need iniquity, '' 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 vacation, we fly back to JFK on Thursday. ``

'' American ? There is no mobile phone sound receipt 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 good afternoon heating, her thin Elwyn Brooks White wench 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 bench and Julia carefully sat down.

'' It 's odd how traditions persist, '' Carla explained, `` It was in roman type fourth dimension, you see the slaves were being abducted so for their own protection they brought in the shoe collar and range of mountains. ``

'' Before that the slave lady friend would be raped and robbed but with the chain of mountains their baby minder had to stand there while they did what they did, and the minder took the money and protected them. ``

Julia nodded, `` But that was a thousand old age ago ? ``

'' It 's the same today, female child form Romania, Lithuania, Iran, Irak everywhere come her to make a few dollars, '' Carla explained, '' Without Torah we would be over run with foreign cyprian, but this way only the prettiest can trade 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 stage business, '' Giorgio said helpfully as the sun cast golden ray across the ocean as it slowly descended, `` Seven hundred dollars, 60 dollars a John, two evenings, but then there 's rent for the leash and room, you sound hope you do it in one because otherwise you could be here for a very yearn time. ``

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

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

'' certain we are, '' Giorgio suggested, `` Now just drop off off your scanty and we can get started. ``

'' No way help ! '' Julia cried but no one paid any attention.

'' still ! '' 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 wench and cut easily through the sides and rubber band cincture of her panties, first the left and then the right.

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

'' I 'll get the rest of the clobber, '' Carla said, `` Give me her shoes. ``

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

'' look out the sea, shivering, '' he suggested.

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

'' Your size ? '' she queried as she produced some very hold out black shoulder strap shoes with maybe four or five column inch hound, she jammed them on Julia 's feet and clicked them in home 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 couple of final exam touch, she said as she took stout leather handcuff from her bag and fastened one around Julia 's left ankle fastening three strap and then the right before attaching a short mountain chain between them.

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

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

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

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

'' One live thing, '' Giorgio declared, `` You must record 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 suit of clothes you, '' Giorgio replied as he lifted Julia 's bird and placed an exploratory digit on her belly where the soft 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 digit were on the hot moist spot that began to broadcast as his fingers 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 front line opened revealing bright red lights illuminating the most naked women within.

'' Seven hundred dollars, time to go to do work ! '' Giorgio whispered as he wormed a 3rd finger into Julia 's sopping vagina.

Carla gently squeezed Julia 's mamilla, and then took a jar from her bag and removed the lid before holding it for Giorgio..

He dipped his quarter round into it, and showed Julia, `` A special portmanteau word of herbs and spiciness to guard off evil look. ``

'' 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 moist sex.

The bunch was moving towards her Julia noticed and she became cognizant of a personal credit line of come on raw daughter 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 best table, fresh meat fresh today. ``

'' flush cunt, '' Giorgio agreed, `` We 'll see if they will pay a hundred clam, maybe give a deduction 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, `` Daddy will pay ! ``

'' Si signor, One hundred dollars American English, '' Giorgio explained.

'' Looks dog rough, '' a tall suntanned youthful Australian explained, `` How 's about L. ``

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

'' 50, '' he repeated.

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

'' Nah I need a fuck first mate, hows about LX five ? '' the Australian suggested.

'' OK, '' Giorgio says.

'' Great, '' he agreed, `` I reckon its topper to fuck 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 change, `` Open up then chick, lets see the fuck hole, '' the Australian quipped as he dropped his pants to reveal the bounteous penis and egg Julia had ever seen.

'' Oh my god ! '' she wailed.

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

'' Julia, '' Julia explained, `` reckon ! '' but Giorgio had swung her onto the put over top.

'' Nah barker, '' Mike suggested so Giorgio pulled Julia back to have her crease over the tabular array end.

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

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

'' Naturally, and she has even wellness stoppage, '' Carla lied.

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

'' tobacco pipe down, '' microphone hissed, `` Its not half in yet, '' he said and he thrust very hard against her.

'' Agggghhh ! '' she squealed, but he was redress inside her now and the pain filled her unharmed body for a fleet moment before it dissolved into a warmly flavour of pure ecstasy. She was floating on a swarm, looking down at her own organic structure from heaven as undulation of illicit delight coursed through her whole being.

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

'' 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 os frontale as he let fly within Julia 's over filled cunt. Her mind exploded in a series of flashing whiteness igniter as his cum forced its way into her furthest most secret parts.

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

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

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

'' More like you should lay off the spirits ! '' the indorse Aboriginal Australian quipped, `` How a lot. ``

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

'' Sixty five ? '' he asked.

'' Sure, '' Carla agreed, `` For a dead time ! ``

'' Here you go, '' he replied, as he handed Carla the Johnny 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 rubber over his peter, `` You ready Sheila, I 'm Bruce by the way ! '' he laughed and he quickly took up position behind Julia and rammed his stopcock right into her with a singe thrust.

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

Julia twisted round to seem at her assailant.

'' Oh fuck that 's so good, '' Johnno wailed as she twisted his rooster by moving, `` Shit microphone I 'm cumming already ! '' he wailed and he shot his encumbrance without humping her more than a XII times.

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

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

'' Like a Ferrari partner, massive rush and its all over, '' Mike said, `` Guess I 'd rather have a Nice slow roll in the hay with ugly Sheila if I had my clock time again. ``

'' Fair do, '' said the one-third Aussie, `` I 'll give it a young lady they hey ? ``

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

'' I need a drunkenness, '' Julia replied, `` Gee my sanies is on flak. ``

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

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

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

The sunset was prominent, great spears of gold flame lighting up the ocean as the Spaniard eased his throbbing hard-on into Julia 's fiery pussy.

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

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

By now all the tables were occupied and hundreds or maybe 1000 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 proceedings right ? '' an English lad enquired, `` No probs ! '' and he handed his hard cash to Carla.

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

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

Julia was dire now, she needed to cum, she gripped his turncock as best she could but he was barely half as far into her as the Australian, `` On blimy, this is bloody terrific, is it two minute yet ? '' he asked.

Carla shook her principal, `` Not yet, '' it was actually twenty seven endorsement. ``

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

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

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

'' orchis, '' 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 news 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 French boy approached, `` Bon nuit ! '' he said awkwardly.

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

'' Oui ! '' he agreed and paid Carla with a fifty dollar mark bank note, `` Is there somewhere private ? ``

'' And miss the sunset, no, the experience is the experience of life-time, enjoy ! '' Carla replied.

The French boy dropped his denim dungaree 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 water from her bag, took a swig and knelt down before the French person, `` Allow me, '' she said as she grasped his shaft and kissed it.

It stiffened instantly, she licked it and finally opened her mouth 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 in force ! ``

'' So do something with her tits, give her a skilful prison term too, '' Carla suggested.

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

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

'' Fucking in the bordello 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 shudder as he started to shoot down his consignment, `` Ohhh, '' he cried.

'' Oh shit ! '' Julia cried in frustration as her all 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 bloomers 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, hold her pour down Carla, '' Giorgio ordered.

Julia was exhausted, she did n't require Julia 's hand to hold her, she just lay over the workbench with her fanny raised.

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

'' Not yet, '' Giorgio admitted as he watched Marco slip a safety onto his brusque fat prick and motion around behind Julia ready to get it on her.

'' freebie right ? '' he asked.

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

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

'' Good, very just, '' Marco agreed and he slid back out of her again.
'' Let us have a drunkenness, I get Sabrina to make full in here, one moment. '' Marco agreed, he wiped his still rigid hammer and forced it back in his pants.

Marco returned before Carla had finished arguing with a couple of Danton True Young men who were trying to talk terms a discount.

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

Sabrina was completely raw except for leather wrist, ankle and nail restraints identical to those Julia Scripture, the dying beam of light of sunlight shone on her coal black pelt, `` She usually works in the bar, the unfermented air will be good ! ``

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

The shops were identical low rise Mediterranean style whitewashed against the sun, each constringe frontal had a narrow door and a wide window in which a daughter posed provocatively or against which the curtains were drawn as she entertained.

Each shop class had one female child, only one girl and one customer was allowed by custom and topical anaesthetic law, and only after sunset until before sunrise.

Julia stared, was this to be her future.

Bars and clubs lined the narrow down streets leading to the old town, too specialize even for domestic ass go-cart people jostled to move around.

Julia saw a line of uniformed officeholder blocking the street, hope flared briefly and died as she saw they were preventing unlicenced cleaning lady passing a ancestry of bollards, which separated the brothel taproom from the relaxation of the street, `` You should accept read the bill, '' Carla said, `` No unlicensed fancy woman after 5pm. ``

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

A untried adult female peered at them through the window beside the entree threshold, she looked bored.

The admission fee armorial bearing was one hundred dollar mark but the door guard ushered them in on Marco 's instruction.

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

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

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

Julia froze as a fat middle aged man lifted her skirt, his fingers touched her sex sending frisson of anticipation and longing coursing through her veins.

'' She suck ? '' his friend asked.

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

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

'' But ! '' Julia pleaded.

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

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

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

'' Oh no, just hire, '' Carla said, `` A week maybe, after that you can adjudicate whether to quell 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 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 swarthy centre aged man began to fuck her face.

'' Is right, '' he said, `` Is very upright, 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 whorehouse lady of pleasure, put her in the kiosk ! ''

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

'' I want to make out her soaked ass, '' Marco explained, `` Nice Virgin asshole. ``

Carla went towards the entranceway door, just to one side of meat was another room access which she opened to divulge the buttocks of a Loretta Young woman with the number 299 tattooed on her bequeath face

'' Hanna, '' Carla said softly, `` Break time, '' and she lifted a wooden filmdom to bring out the nude
cleaning lady 's top half and the street scene beyond the window.

'' trade good, I get cramp iron, '' the woman replied as she stepped backwards to pass Carla, `` I do blow problem yes ? ``

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

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

They manhandled her into the cell, ot was as big as a toilet stall but the window was set in a midst wall and there was a pit shelf with half stave cups in it where generations of whores had been bent while men had used them.

A convenient lure secured Julia 's taking into custody and as Carla eased her pap into the stone cups so she stared out of the flyspeck 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 get down back.

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

'' Ohhhh, '' Julia wailed.

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

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

She saw her dad, with a enchained au naturel lady of pleasure, in the street outside her windowpane trying to do a deal.

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

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

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

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

'' rightfulness, so how much to have it off you darlin ? `` he asked Carla.

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

'' How about fifty ? '' he asked.

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

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

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

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

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


To be continued ?