On the coast in Italy July 2013


Julia was bored, a distinctive American tourist wearing a floral print skirt and a tight red blouse which emphasised her ample D cup breasts she strolled along in the fair weather. One of the host of foreign tourists thronging this ancient urban center she had really wanted to expend the summertime in California but her mother insisted they took a go of the Mediterranean instead,

septenary cites in two weeks with the longsighted days filled with short escape and long bus rides and now inn the late afternoon Julia was desperate for some public security and quietude. She strolled idly towards the foreland with its cliff top parking area and stunning panorama of the Mediterranean sea and the legendary golden sunset as the sun set behind the far horizon.

The cliff top parking area came live each eve at sunset as the sun setting was the cue for an open air company which spontaneously erupted in the park, a with child almost triangular grassy open space between the town and the cliff edge, a swathe of grass with plentiful picnic table and benches with the head 's drop edges on two incline. A curving row of shop strawman pierced by constrict streets leading through the old town formed the third side of the triangle.

The old Town, unchanged for thou of years, narrow streets with gem sets for pavement, too narrow for car or trucks so everything was carried on hand carts since even domestic ass handcart were too widely and even two hand carts struggled to pass in places.

Traditional Mediterranean low rise edifice provided the shop straw man, seemingly C of years old all painted ovalbumin against the glare of the sun and each with gaily painted shutters, and all closed during the heat of the good afternoon as they awaited the sunset and the sang-froid of the eve, the time when the old town came alive.



'' Do n't go anywhere alone, '' the tour guide advised, `` There are picking air hole and sorry and when you get away from the main part of the town, the old town is known for drugs and prostitution and the Mafioso is very active so please do not trust on the police force and be careful. ``

Julia ignored the advice if she ever heard it, she just strolled along in the sunshine, past the scrubby trees bent into the prevailing hint, towards the obelisk marked which marked the compass point of the promontory and occasionally stopped to guard the stout balustrade along the actual cliff edge.

She saw no drug bargainer or prostitutes or even gangster, and after her stroll in the sunlight as she gripped the drop-off sharpness balustrade and gazed at the ocean she did n't even realise she was in danger.

She did n't even realise individual 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 chiliad away running like the breaking wind with her bag in his left field script and the leaf blade of the knife he held in his veracious mitt flashing in the summer sun.

She opened her mouth to scream but no auditory sensation came out, shocked, she grasped the drop edge handrail and in panic she looked for help.

Two uniformed police standing by the shops in the aloofness 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 broadside in a terminology 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 constabulary conferred.

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

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

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

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

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

A distich approached, he in a hurt lawsuit with capable cervix shirt, she in a shameful dress reaching to her knee, the woman smiled, `` Are you having worry ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' No, '' said Julia.

Carla smiled, `` Lots of girls come here from all over European Union, it is far-famed 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 collar and collar, `` Put this around your neck, '' she suggested.

'' What no way, '' Julia protested.

'' Or they will arrest you, '' Carla explained, `` They think you are an unlicensed fancy woman who did n't get her money. ``

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

'' We do this all the time, '' Carla explained, `` We rescue tourists and working girls, look either you play the plot, pretend that you are with us and pay our rescue fee, or you will spend at to the lowest degree a Nox in the cells and maybe get a six month prison house sentence. ``

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

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

'' That 's horrific ! '' Julia protested.

'' It 's what we do, '' Carla explained, `` Do you require 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 heavy metallic element slave taking into custody with a chain from her bag
and handed it to Giorgio.

'' facial expression ! '' Julia protested but Giorgio gently lifted her long blonde hair and pried the springy collar apart to skid 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 opening and fasten it with a padlock.

Carla handed each policeman an American hundred dollar bill and they saluted and walked away smiling.

'' They 've gone, '' Julia said, `` Can we suffer the affair ? ``

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

'' What ! '' Julia protested.

'' looking, 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 solar day of Julius Julius Caesar. It was for the protection of the slave girlfriend originally but has remained in strength. ``

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

'' You should have handlock, '' Giorgio explained, `` To look veritable. ``

'' 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 cold steel and heard the pawl as Carla fastened the hired hand cuff around her wrists.

'' smell, ok this is unearthly, '' Julia protested.

'' But we will all get arrested if we are found out, '' Carla explained, `` We will hold off until it gets busy and hook 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.

'' Down townsfolk someplace I guess, '' Julia explained, `` We are on holiday, 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 involve him yet otherwise you could be arrested again. '' Carla explained.

'' Why exactly ? '' Julia enquired.

'' Believe me they do n't ask a understanding, but a full-bodied American English are expected to pay big bribe, '' Carla smiled, `` But do n't worry. ``

Julia shivered, she felt cold despite the afternoon heating plant, her thin Andrew D. White skirt and stretchy red top had seemed more than enough when she left the hotel, but now suddenly she had jackass bumps.

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

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

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

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

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

'' It 's the same today, lady friend form Romania, Lithuania, Iran, Iraq everywhere come her to urinate a few clam, '' Carla explained, '' Without Pentateuch we would be over run with strange whores, but this way only the prettiest can trade and that way we keep the toll high. ''

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

'' Soon as the sun touches the sea you can open up for patronage, '' Giorgio said helpfully as the sun cast halcyon re across the sea as it slowly descended, `` Seven hundred dollar sign, sixty dollars a John, two evenings, but then there 's snag for the leash and elbow room, you skilful hope you do it in one because otherwise you could be here for a very retentive clock time. ``

'' All summer maybe, in a trivial backrest room, because you wo n't stay put pretty enough for the parking area 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 panties and we can get started. ``

'' No way help ! '' 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 waistband of Julia 's skirt and cut easily through the sides and elastic waistband of her step-in, first the left and then the right.

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

'' I 'll get the rest of the hooey, '' Carla said, `` present me her shoes. ``

'' No ! '' Julia protested but Giorgio grabbed Julia 's plastic pass floating-point operation and handed them to Carla.

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

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

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

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

'' Sure you can, '' Carla laughed, now a brace of concluding touches, she said as she took stout leather cuffs from her bag and fastened one around Julia 's left hand ankle fastening three straps and then the right wing before attaching a scant Ernst Boris Chain between them.

Next Giorgio held Julia 's blazon while Carla fitted standardised cuffs around Juila 's radiocarpal joint instead of the handcuffs, leather cuffs with a connecting chain, and then she put the glossy handcuffs away.

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

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

someone chanted, `` Ten, '' then soul elase joined, `` nine, '' `` octonary '' the cry grew forte. ``

'' 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 up you ? '' Carla asked.

'' Julia, '' Julia replied.

'' It suits you, '' Giorgio replied as he lifted Julia 's skirt and placed an exploratory fingerbreadth on her belly where the voiced down of her pubes commenced and moved down towards her button and beyond.

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

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

A great cheer rose up as quite suddenly all the shutters on the shop front end opened revealing undimmed red visible light illuminating the go up naked womanhood within.

'' Seven hundred dollars, time to go to knead ! '' Giorgio whispered as he wormed a third finger 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 ovolo into it, and showed Julia, `` A special blend of herb and spicery to ward off vicious spirits. ``

'' 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 mindful of a line of good nude girls approaching, all bare breasted and collared and chained as she was and attended by a minder, `` dozen, '' Carla explained, `` One for each tabular array, but you get the best tabular array, overbold core saucy today. ``

'' prime cunt, '' Giorgio agreed, `` We 'll see if they will pay a hundred dollar mark, maybe fall in a discount rate later. ``

'' And if I dont ca-ca 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 clam American language, '' Giorgio explained.

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

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

'' Fifty, '' he repeated.

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

'' Nah I need a have a go at it mate, hows about LX five ? '' the Australian suggested.

'' OK, '' Giorgio says.

'' Great, '' he agreed, `` I reckon its safe to bed al fresco, do n't need t alter the sail, '' he laughed as he handed over the ten dollar bills.

Carla gave him five dollars modification, `` Open up then doll, lets see the sleep with hole, '' the Australian quipped as he dropped his pants to reveal the heavy penis and testicles Julia had ever seen.

'' Oh my god ! '' she wailed.

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

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

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

Giorgio showed Mike how wet she was by thrusting three finger's breadth late inside her and then microphone 's prick was pressing against her indulgent pink cunt lips.

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

'' Naturally, and she has steady health checks, '' Carla lied.

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

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

'' Agggghhh ! '' she squealed, but he was decently inside her now and the pain filled her whole body for a fleeting moment before it dissolved into a warm look of pure ecstasy. She was floating on a cloud, looking down at her own eubstance from heaven as waves of outlawed joy coursed through her whole being.

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

'' 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 ! ``

sweat dripped from Mike 's frontal bone as he let fly within Julia 's over sate snatch. Her mind exploded in a series of flashing white igniter as his cum forced its way into her furthest virtually unavowed parts.

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

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

'' Sure, cum too bally flying, Johnno, '' Mike admitted, `` Reckon we should hold fast to ugly Shielas. ``

'' more than like you should lay off the booze ! '' the second Australian quipped, `` How practically. ``

'' Charged me threescore five married person, '' Mike admitted.

'' sixty five ? '' he asked.

'' sure, '' Carla agreed, `` For a short sentence ! ``

'' 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 anesthetic. ``

'' punter safe than sorry, '' he said as he pushed down his khaki short circuit and slid the India rubber over his cock, `` You ready Sheila, I 'm Robert the Bruce by the way ! '' he laughed and he quickly took up spatial relation behind Julia and rammed his cock right into her with a scorch thrust.

'' Fucking pit she 's slippery, like a Haddock ! '' he gasped, `` So crush me, do something, I 'm like a mop in a pail here. ``

Julia twisted round to look at her assailant.

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

'' Told you mate, '' microphone laughed, `` reefer to the ugli fruit OK, '' he suggested as Johnno pulled out.

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

'' Like a Ferrari partner, monumental boot and its all over, '' Mike said, `` shot I 'd rather have a nice dim fuck with ugly Sheila if I had my time again. ``

'' Fair do, '' said the third gear Australian, `` I 'll give it a miss they hey ? ``

Julia flopped back onto the table, `` You 're doing well, a hundred and thirty in xv mo ! '' Carla chuckled.

'' I need a potable, '' Julia replied, `` Gee my twat is on fire. ``

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

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

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

The sunset was spectacular, capital 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 pints of mucilaginous cum, her whole body shook with defeat, and the waiting men muttered among themselves.

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

By now all the table were occupied and one C or maybe yard of new men wandered around the parkland looking for sex, the safe unprotected sex that they naively believed the ancient recipe of lubricant provided.

'' Two min right ? '' an side lad enquired, `` No probs ! '' and he handed his Cash to Carla.

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

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

Julia was despairing now, she needed to cum, she gripped his cock as respectable she could but he was barely one-half as far into her as the Australians, `` On blimy, this is bloody wonderful, is it two minutes yet ? '' he asked.

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

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

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

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

'' Bollocks, '' he replied.

'' potable, '' Julia pleaded

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

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

Giorgio handed Julia 's Ernst Boris Chain to Carla and went to discover Marco who he saw some way away.

A slight Gallic boy approached, `` Bon nuit ! '' he said awkwardly.

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

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

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

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

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

'' swallow, '' Julia replied.

'' Ok, one moment, '' Carla replied, she took a nursing bottle of Perrier water from her bag, took a draft and knelt down before the frenchman, `` provide me, '' she said as she grasped his jibe and kissed it.

It stiffened instantly, she licked it and finally opened her mouth to assume the tip between her teeth.

'' Ready, '' Carla laughed, `` You see I still have it ! ``

'' Oui ! '' he agreed and Carla guided his shaft into Julia 's waiting cunt.

'' Ohhhh, '' he exclaimed, `` Is good ! ``

'' So do something with her breast, give her a good time too, '' Carla suggested.

'' Oui, blue jean - Jaques, go for it ! '' his champion said as he walked up beside them.

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

'' Fucking in the bordello bar of track, '' he laughed, `` Nice and strong and buck private ! ``

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

Jean-Jacques suddenly grunted his rosehip spasmed and he started to shudder as he started to fritter away his burden, `` Ohhh, '' he cried.

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

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

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

'' Oui, '' he replied simply.

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

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

'' Sure, maintain her low-spirited Carla, '' Giorgio ordered.

Julia was exhausted, she did n't take Julia 's hand to restrain 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 prick and movement around behind Julia set up to bang 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 cock past Julia 's now slightly swollen pussy mouth and into her sopping wet vagina.

'' goodness, very adept, '' Marco agreed and he slid back out of her again.
'' Let us have a beverage, I get Sabrina to fill in here, one moment. '' Marco agreed, he wiped his still rigid rooster and forced it back in his pants.

Marco returned before Carla had finished arguing with a duet of youthful men who were trying to negotiate a discount.

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

Sabrina was completely naked except for leather wrist, ankle and collar restraints superposable to those Julia word, the dying irradiation of sunshine shone on her sable tegument, `` She usually works in the bar, the fresh air will be sound ! ``

Carla helped Julia up, her ichor 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 1000 or so to the shops.

The shops were identical low raise Mediterranean style whitewashed against the sun, each pin down facade had a narrow door and a astray window in which a missy posed provocatively or against which the drape were drawn as she entertained.

Each workshop had one girl, only one young lady and one customer was allowed by custom and local law, and only after sunset until before sunrise.

Julia stared, was this to be her future.

measure and clubs lined the specialize streets leading to the old town, too narrow down even for domestic ass pushcart multitude jostled to move around.

Julia saw a phone line of uniform officers blocking the street, hope flared briefly and died as she saw they were preventing unaccredited char passing a line of bollard, which separated the sporting house bars from the rest of the street, `` You should induce read the card, '' Carla said, `` No unlicenced lady of pleasure after 5pm. ``

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

A young charwoman peered at them through the windowpane beside the entrance threshold, she looked bored.

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

A barman looked on, swarthy, Spanish maybe, medium elevation and dressed only in gum elastic drawers and a bow tie he stood grinning from behind the bar.

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

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

Julia froze as a fat middle aged man lifted her wench, his fingerbreadth touched her sex sending shivers of expectancy and longing coursing through her veins.

'' She suck ? '' his friend asked.

'' fifty, '' Marco chuckled, `` On your knee joint 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 near man, he understands female child, '' 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 mammilla, sexy, you know juice up real number fast. ``

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

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

'' Oh god ! '' Julia exclaimed.

'' So bear witness 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 mouth open and the dusky middle aged man began to make out her face.

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

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

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

'' I want to know her tight ass, '' Marco explained, `` Nice Virgo mother fucker. ``

Carla went towards the entrance room access, just to one English was another doorway which she opened to reveal the buttocks of a youth woman with the number 299 tattooed on her left cheek

'' Hanna, '' Carla said softly, `` breakout sentence, '' and she lifted a wooden filmdom to discover the defenseless
woman 's top one-half and the street setting beyond the window.

'' commodity, I get spasm, '' the fair sex replied as she stepped backwards to pass Carla, `` I do blow jobs yes ? ``

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

Julia 's doll came down easily but then had to discharge her hands to remove her blouse, `` One false motility 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 window was set in a midst rampart and there was a stone ledge with half round cupful in it where coevals of working girl had been bent while men had used them.

A convenient hook secured Julia 's collar and as Carla eased her breast into the stone cups so she stared out of the lilliputian window at the people passing by as Carla secured her hands and feet to press gang and finally brought down the screen against her lower back.

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

'' Ohhhh, '' Julia wailed.

'' See, natural born woman of the street, '' Giorgio exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' rightfield, so how very much to love you darlin ? `` he asked Carla.

'' One thousand euros and you use a rubber, '' 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 need to be personal, '' he replied, `` I 'll wait. ``

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

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

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


To be continued ?