On the coast in Italy July 2013


Julia was bored, a typical American English tourer wearing a floral print bird and a tight red blouse which emphasised her ample D cup breasts she strolled along in the temperateness. One of the host of foreign tourer thronging this ancient urban center she had really wanted to spend the summer in California but her female parent insisted they took a tour of the Mediterranean instead,

Seven cites in two calendar week with the long days filled with myopic flights and prospicient bus ride and now inn the late afternoon Julia was desperate for some peace and tranquility. She strolled idly towards the foreland with its cliff top ballpark and stunning views of the Mediterranean sea and the fabled favorable sundown as the sun set behind the far horizon.

The cliff top commons came alive each evening at sundown as the sun setting was the cue for an open air party which spontaneously erupted in the common, a large almost triangular grassy outdoors space between the town and the cliff edge, a swathe of green goddess with plenteous field day tables and benches with the headland 's drop edges on two sides. A curving row of store front man pierced by peg down streets leading through the old town formed the third side of the triangle.

The old Town, unaltered for yard of years, narrow streets with stone exercise set for paving material, too peg down for cars or hand truck so everything was carried on hand cart since even domestic ass handcart were too wide and even two hand cart struggled to pass in places.

Traditional Mediterranean low rise building provided the shop class fronts, seemingly hundreds of years old all painted white against the glare of the sun and each with gaily painted shutters, and all closed during the oestrus of the afternoon as they awaited the sunset and the cool of the evening, the time when the old town came alive.



'' Do n't go anywhere alone, '' the tour usher advised, `` There are cull air pocket and spoilt and when you get away from the main part of the townsfolk, the old townsfolk is known for drugs and prostitution and the Mafioso is very active voice so please do not swear on the law 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 flatus, towards the obelisk marked which marked the power point of the promontory and occasionally stopped to hold the stout balusters along the factual cliff edge.

She saw no drug principal or bawd or even gangster, and after her stroll in the sunlight as she gripped the cliff edge handrail and gazed at the ocean she did n't even agnize she was in danger.

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

She grabbed at the bag but a teenaged boy was already ten yards away running like the twist with her purse in his left hand and the blade of the knife he held in his right hired man flashing in the summer sun.

She opened her backtalk to call but no sound came out, shocked, she grasped the drop-off border handrail and in panic she looked for help.

Two uniformed 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.

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

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

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

The police conferred.

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

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

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

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

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

A couple approached, he in a smart courtship with open neck shirt, she in a fateful attire reaching to her knee joint, the char smiled, `` Are you having bother ? '' she asked.

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

'' Ah, no papers ? '' the woman 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, `` slew of girls come here from all over Europe, it is notable so the law pass 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 collar and terzetto, `` Put this around your cervix, '' she suggested.

'' What no way, '' Julia protested.

'' Or they will arrest 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 clip, '' Carla explained, `` We rescue tourer and working girls, look either you play the game, pretend that you are with us and pay our saving fee, or you will pass at to the lowest degree a dark in the cells and maybe get a six month prison time. ``

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

'' It will be o.k., '' Giorgio explained, `` Wear the arrest 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 avail 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 metal slave collar with a Sir Ernst Boris Chain from her bag
and handed it to Giorgio.

'' smell ! '' Julia protested but Giorgio gently lifted her long blonde fuzz and pried the springy shoe collar apart to slide it around her neck, but she realised to defy would probably mean she was arrested so she just let him ease the cloggy leash around her neck and tighten it with a padlock.

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

'' They 've gone, '' Julia said, `` Can we miss the thing ? ``

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

'' What ! '' Julia protested.

'' face, if you have no ID you have to be collared and chained it is the law, '' Carla explained,
'' The city law, the townspeople law from the twenty-four hours of Julius Caesar. It was for the protection of the buckle down daughter originally but has remained in force. ``

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

'' You should induce handlock, '' Giorgio explained, `` To look authentic. ``

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

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

She felt the cold steel and heard the detent as Carla fastened the hand cuff around her wrists.

'' smell, 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 busy and sneak you away. ``

'' Why not now ? '' Julia asked.

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

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

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

'' John L. H. Down townsfolk someplace I guess, '' Julia explained, `` We are on holiday, 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 necessitate 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 rich Americans are expected to pay big bribes, '' Carla smiled, `` But do n't interest. ``

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

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

'' OK, '' Julia agreed so they went across to a picnic tabular array with a bench and Julia carefully sat down.

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

'' Before that the slave girl would be raped and robbed but with the chain their baby minder had to support there while they did what they did, and the babyminder took the money and protected them. ``

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

'' It 's the Saame today, girls form Roumania, Lithuania, Iran, Iraq everywhere come her to make a few dollars, '' Carla explained, '' Without jurisprudence we would be over run with foreign woman of the street, but this way only the prettiest can trade and that way we keep the prices high. ''

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

'' Soon as the sun touches the sea you can open up for business organisation, '' Giorgio said helpfully as the sun cast golden rays across the ocean as it slowly descended, `` Seven hundred dollars, sixty buck a John Lackland, two evening, but then there 's rent for the collar and elbow room, you substantially hope you do it in one because otherwise you could be here for a very retentive clip. ``

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

'' No you ca n't be life-threatening ! '' Julia protested.

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

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

'' stillness ! '' Carla said, `` Or we 'll gag you as well. ``

'' No ! '' Julia gasped.

Giorgio produced a small but wickedly sharp pen tongue, `` Hold still, '' he said as he eased it down the sash of Julia 's skirt and cut easily through the sides and elastic waistband of her pantie, 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 respite of the material, '' Carla said, `` gift me her shoes. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Sure you can, '' Carla laughed, now a couplet of final mite, she said as she took stout leather cuff from her bag and fastened one around Julia 's pull up stakes ankle joint fastening three shoulder strap and then the rightfield before attaching a short Ernst Boris Chain between them.

Next Giorgio held Julia 's sleeve while Carla fitted standardised manacle around Juila 's wrist joint instead of the handcuffs, leather cuff with a connecting chemical chain, and then she put the shiny handlock away.

A crowd was gathering, spilling out from the old town and approaching along the drop-off path, almost exclusively new men, `` It is nearly clock time, '' Carla announced, `` reckon the sun ! ``

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

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

'' One cobbler's last matter, '' 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 phone you ? '' Carla asked.

'' Julia, '' Julia replied.

'' It courtship you, '' Giorgio replied as he lifted Julia 's skirt and placed an exploratory finger on her belly where the soft down of her os pubis commenced and moved down towards her clit and beyond.

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

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

A great cheer rose up as quite suddenly all the shutters on the store straw man opened revealing bright red brightness illuminating the nigh defenseless adult female within.

'' Seven hundred one dollar bill, metre to go to work ! '' 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 portmanteau of herbs and spices to ward off evil spirits. ``

'' Like KFC ? '' Juila asked.

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

The crew was moving towards her Julia noticed and she became aware of a note of near defenseless missy approaching, all bare breasted and collared and chained as she was and attended by a minder, `` 12, '' Carla explained, `` One for each mesa, but you get the skillful tabular array, fresh center fresh today. ``

'' Prime snatch, '' Giorgio agreed, `` We 'll see if they will pay a hundred dollars, maybe turn over a discount later. ``

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

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

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

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

'' feeling dog rough, '' a tall bronze young Australian explained, `` How 's about L. ``

'' Seventy five ? '' Julia suggested as she stared at his all-inclusive shoulders and rugged weatherbeaten face.

'' 50, '' he repeated.

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

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

'' OK, '' Giorgio says.

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

Carla gave him five dollars change, `` open up up then doll, lets see the fuck hole, '' the Australian quipped as he dropped his pants to reveal the swelled member and testicles Julia had ever seen.

'' Oh my god ! '' she wailed.

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

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

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

Giorgio showed Mike how wet she was by thrusting three digit oceanic abyss inside her and then Mike 's cock was pressing against her diffuse pink cunt lips.

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

'' Naturally, and she has unconstipated health checkout, '' 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 one-half in yet, '' he said and he thrust veridical laborious against her.

'' Agggghhh ! '' she squealed, but he was correctly inside her now and the pain filled her totally consistency for a fleeting instant before it dissolved into a warm feeling of sodding X. She was floating on a cloud, looking down at her own body from heaven as waves of illicit pleasure coursed through her whole being.

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

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

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

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

Perspiration dripped from Mike 's forehead as he let fly within Julia 's over fill cunt. Her mind exploded in a series of flashing clean lightness as his cum forced its way into her farthest about unavowed parts.

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

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

'' Sure, cum too bloody quick, Johnno, '' mike admitted, `` Reckon we should stand by to ugly Shielas. ``

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

'' Charged me sixty five first mate, '' Mike admitted.

'' Sixty five ? '' he asked.

'' for sure, '' Carla agreed, `` For a brusque time ! ``

'' Here you go, '' he replied, as he handed Carla the cash, `` Got a Reb ? ``

'' If you like, '' Carla replied and she fished a Durex from the bag, `` But the topical anaesthetic. ``

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

'' Fucking hell 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 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 Aussie asked.

'' Like a Ferrari mate, monolithic upsurge and its all over, '' mike said, `` Guess I 'd rather hold a gracious slow up fuck with ugly Sheila if I had my time again. ``

'' fair do, '' said the third gear Aussie, `` I 'll hold it a missy 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 flack. ``

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

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

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

The sunset was spectacular, gravid fizgig of gilded 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 insides showered by dry pint of awkward cum, her whole dead body shook with thwarting, and the waiting men muttered among themselves.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Carla shook her top dog, `` Not yet, '' it was actually twenty seven secondment. ``

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

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

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

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

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

A slender Daniel Chester French boy approached, `` Bon nuit ! '' he said awkwardly.

'' Fifty dollar mark American English for you, '' Carla smiled, `` One fifty for big men ! ``

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

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

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

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

'' potable, '' Julia replied.

'' Ok, one moment, '' Carla replied, she took a bottle of Perrier piss 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 lip to convey the tip between her teeth.

'' fix, '' 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 well 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 brothel 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 his load, `` Ohhh, '' he cried.

'' Oh shit ! '' Julia cried in defeat as her unhurt being craved climax, forgetful now to the crowd of looker-on 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, hold her knock down Carla, '' Giorgio ordered.

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

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

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

'' freebee right hand ? '' he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

Sabrina was completely naked except for leather carpus, ankle and collar simplicity identical to those Julia word, the dying shaft of sunlight shone on her ebony peel, `` She usually works in the bar, the fresh air will be soundly ! ``

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 thou or so to the shops.

The shop class were identical low rise Mediterranean fashion whitewashed against the sun, each contract frontal had a contract door and a wide-cut window in which a girl posed provocatively or against which the mantle were drawn as she entertained.

Each shop had one girl, only one lady friend and one customer was allowed by tradition and topical anesthetic law, and only after sunset until before sunrise.

Julia stared, was this to be her future.

Bars and clubs lined the specialize streets leading to the old town, too narrow even for donkey carts masses jostled to be active around.

Julia saw a line of reasoning of uniformed officeholder blocking the street, hope flared briefly and died as she saw they were preventing unlicensed women passing a descent of bollard, which separated the bagnio saloon from the sleep of the street, `` You should have read the notices, '' Carla said, `` No unaccredited woman of the street after 5pm. ``

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

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

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

A barman looked on, swarthy, Spanish people maybe, sensitive elevation and dressed only in pencil eraser shorts and a bow tie he stood grinning from behind the bar.

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

'' Fresh heart, '' Marco laughed, `` finger it ! ``

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

'' She suck ? '' his friend asked.

'' L, '' Marco chuckled, `` On your knee 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 girlfriend, '' 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, decent titmouse, sexy, you know juice up real fast. ``

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

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

'' Oh god ! '' Julia exclaimed.

'' So show me how you suck cock, '' Marco demanded as the man paid his fifty 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 backtalk undecided and the dark-skinned centre aged man began to fuck her face.

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

'' She no good, '' Marco explained, `` For brothel whore, put her in the cubicle ! ''

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

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

Carla went towards the entrance door, just to one side was another room access which she opened to reveal the prat of a young woman with the number 299 tattooed on her left impertinence

'' Hanna, '' Carla said softly, `` breakout meter, '' and she lifted a wooden silver screen to expose the naked
cleaning woman 's top half and the street panorama beyond the window.

'' trade good, I get cramp, '' the fair sex replied as she stepped backwards to cash in one's chips Carla, `` I do blow line yes ? ``

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

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

They manhandled her into the cubicle, ot was as big as a lavatory cubicle but the windowpane was set in a thick wall and there was a Harlan F. Stone ledge with half round cupful in it where genesis of whores had been bent while men had used them.

A convenient claw secured Julia 's arrest and as Carla eased her tits into the Harlan Fiske Stone cupful so she stared out of the tiny windowpane at the masses passing by as Carla secured her hands and feet to iron rings and finally brought down the covert against her frown back.

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

'' Ohhhh, '' Julia wailed.

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

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

She saw her dad, with a chained nude cyprian, 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 spitting if my lady friend Julia ! ``

He went inside, `` Hey how very much for the lady of pleasure in the windowpane ? ``

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

'' Right, 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 fifty ? '' he asked.

'' How about you lose fifty British pound sterling and hire a bathroom ? '' Carla replied.

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

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

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

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


To be continued ?