On the coast in Italy July 2013


Julia was bored, a typical American holidaymaker wearing a floral print skirt and a tight red blouse which emphasised her plentiful D cup breasts she strolled along in the sunshine. One of the legion of foreign tourer thronging this ancient city she had really wanted to spend the summertime in California but her mother insisted they took a tour of the Mediterranean Sea instead,

Seven cites in two weeks with the long days filled with short flights and farsighted bus drive and now inn the late good afternoon Julia was heroic for some peace and repose. She strolled idly towards the headland with its cliff top park and stunning vista of the Mediterranean Sea sea and the legendary prosperous sunset as the sun set behind the far horizon.

The cliff top common came alert each evening at sunset as the sun setting was the cue for an outdoors air party which spontaneously erupted in the common, a heavy almost triangular grassy assailable space between the town and the cliff sharpness, a swathe of grass with plentiful piece of cake tables and benches with the headland 's cliff border on two side. A curving row of shop class presence pierced by narrow streets leading through the old town formed the third side of the triangle.

The old Town, unaltered for thousand of years, narrow streets with gemstone exercise set for pavement, too narrow for cars or motortruck so everything was carried on hand carts since even donkey cart were too all-inclusive and even two hand carts struggled to fleet in places.

Traditional Mediterranean low rise buildings provided the shop fronts, seemingly hundreds of years old all painted Edward White against the glare of the sun and each with gaily painted shutters, and all closed during the heat of the afternoon as they awaited the sunset and the cool of the even, the prison term when the old town came alive.



'' Do n't go anywhere alone, '' the tour guide advised, `` There are pick sack and high-risk and when you get away from the chief part of the town, the old town is known for drugs and whoredom and the Mafioso is very active so delight do not trust on the police and be careful. ``

Julia ignored the advice if she ever heard it, she just strolled along in the sun, past the stunted trees bent into the prevailing wind, towards the dagger marked which marked the period of the promontory and occasionally stopped to moderate the stout handrail along the actual cliff edge.

She saw no drug dealers or prostitutes or even gangsters, and after her stroll in the sunshine as she gripped the cliff edge balusters and gazed at the ocean she did n't even take in she was in danger.

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

She grabbed at the bag but a teenaged boy was already ten 1000 away running like the wind with her handbag in his left hired hand and the blade of the tongue he held in his rectify hand flashing in the summer sun.

She opened her mouth to squall but no sound came out, shocked, she grasped the drop edge handrail and in terror 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 policeman, and launched into a broadside in a language Julia could not understand.

'' English, por party favour ? '' Julia tried hopefully.

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

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

The police conferred.

'' You have report ? '' the second policeman asked.

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

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

'' Must have papers, '' the secondly policeman explained, `` Is law. ``

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

A couple approached, he in a smart suit with open neck shirt, she in a black dress reaching to her stifle, the woman smiled, `` Are you having trouble ? '' she asked.

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

'' Ah, no papers ? '' the woman 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, `` draw of girls come here from all over Europe, it is famous so the law 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 leash and leash, `` Put this around your neck, '' she suggested.

'' What no way, '' Julia protested.

'' Or they will arrest 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 metre, '' Carla explained, `` We rescue tourists and working missy, look either you play the game, pretend that you are with us and pay our rescue fee, or you will spend at least a night in the cellphone and maybe get a six month prison prison term. ``

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

'' It will be mulct, '' 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 payoff. ``

'' 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 taking into custody and tried to fasten it, it was too short.

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

'' Look ! '' Julia protested but Giorgio gently lifted her long blonde haircloth and pried the springy collar apart to slide it around her neck opening, but she realised to refuse would probably signify she was arrested so she just let him ease the grievous pinch around her neck and fasten it with a padlock.

Carla handed each officer an American hundred dollar handbill and they saluted and walked away smiling.

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

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

'' What ! '' Julia protested.

'' aspect, 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 days of Julius Gaius Julius Caesar. It was for the protection of the slave little girl originally but has remained in force. ``

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

'' You should have handcuffs, '' Giorgio explained, `` To look reliable. ``

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

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

She felt the cold steel and heard the clink as Carla fastened the handwriting cuffs around her wrists.

'' Look, ok this is weird, '' Julia protested.

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

'' Why not now ? '' Julia asked.

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

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

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

'' Down Ithiel Town someplace I guess, '' Julia explained, `` We are on vacation, we fly back to JFK on Thursday. ``

'' American ? There is no cell sound reception in the old townspeople, 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 need a reason, but a rich American are expected to pay big bribes, '' Carla smiled, `` But do n't occupy. ``

Julia shivered, she felt frigid despite the afternoon warmth, her slender white doll 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 spill the beans, '' Carla suggested.

'' OK, '' Julia agreed so they went across to a duck soup table with a judiciary and Julia carefully sat down.

'' It 's odd how custom persist, '' Carla explained, `` It was in roman letters times, you see the striver were being abducted so for their own protective covering they brought in the collar and chain. ``

'' Before that the slave fille would be raped and robbed but with the chain their 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 years ago ? ``

'' It 's the same today, girl form Romania, Lithuania, Islamic Republic of Iran, Iraq everywhere come her to make a few dollar sign, '' Carla explained, '' Without laws we would be over run with foreign whores, but this way only the prettiest can trade and that way we keep the monetary value high. ''

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

'' Soon as the sun touches the sea you can open up for business, '' Giorgio said helpfully as the sun cast golden rays across the ocean as it slowly descended, `` Seven hundred dollar bill, sixty dollars a privy, two evenings, but then there 's snag for the catch and room, you unspoilt hope you do it in one because otherwise you could be here for a very tenacious time. ``

'' All summertime maybe, in a small backward elbow room, because you wo n't stay pretty enough for the common for very long. '' Carla added.

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

'' trusted we are, '' Giorgio suggested, `` Now just slip off your panty 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 piercing pen knife, `` appreciation still, '' he said as he eased it down the waistband of Julia 's chick and cut easily through the sides and elastic waistband 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, `` return me her shoes. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Sure you can, '' Carla laughed, now a couple of concluding touching, she said as she took stout leather cuffs from her bag and fastened one around Julia 's leave ankle fastening three straps and then the right before attaching a short Chain between them.

Next Giorgio held Julia 's arms while Carla fitted similar cuffs around Juila 's wrists instead of the manacle, leather handlock with a connecting string, and then she put the shiny handlock away.

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

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

Someone chanted, `` Ten, '' then mortal elase joined, `` club, '' `` eighter '' the cry grew louder. ``

'' One last thing, '' Giorgio declared, `` You must show your mammilla 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 suits you, '' Giorgio replied as he lifted Julia 's skirt and placed an exploratory finger on her belly where the soft down of her pubes commenced and moved down towards her clitoris and beyond.

'' No ! '' Julia moaned yet again but it was hopeless and soon Giorgio 's fingerbreadth were on the hot moist topographic point that began to spread as his finger's breadth began to allay within her.

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

A great sunshine rose up as quite suddenly all the shutters on the workshop strawman opened revealing brilliantly red lights illuminating the near naked adult female within.

'' Seven hundred dollar, time to go to work ! '' Giorgio whispered as he wormed a third finger's breadth 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 quarter round into it, and showed Julia, `` A special blend of herbs and spice to ward off malevolent sprightliness. ``

'' Like KFC ? '' Juila asked.

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

The gang was moving towards her Julia noticed and she became cognizant of a line of good nude young woman approaching, all bare breasted and collared and chained as she was and attended by a baby minder, `` Twelve, '' Carla explained, `` One for each board, but you get the best table, impudent core fresh today. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' L, '' he repeated.

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

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

'' OK, '' Giorgio says.

'' Great, '' he agreed, `` I reckon its best to know 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, `` give up then doll, lets see the fuck hole, '' the Australian quipped as he dropped his pants to reveal the fully grown phallus and nut Julia had ever seen.

'' Oh my god ! '' she wailed.

'' Yeah, gratification guaranteed ! '' he said, `` I 'm mike by the way. ``

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

'' Nah barker, '' Mike suggested so Giorgio pulled Julia back to stimulate her crimp over the table end.

Giorgio showed Mike how wet she was by thrusting three fingerbreadth deep inside her and then Mike 's cock was pressing against her balmy pink snatch lips.

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

'' Naturally, and she has regular wellness checks, '' Carla lied.

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

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

'' Agggghhh ! '' she squealed, but he was right inside her now and the annoyance filled her whole body for a fleet moment before it dissolved into a warm opinion of pure ecstasy. She was floating on a cloud, looking down at her own trunk from heaven as undulation of illicit pleasance coursed through her unanimous being.

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

'' Gee that 's some aroused Sheila, '' microphone 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 sate cunt. Her mind exploded in a series of flashing Stanford White lights as his cum forced its way into her furthest most secret parts.

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

'' You finished ? '' a grandiloquent Aboriginal Australian asked.

'' Sure, cum too bloody prompt, Johnno, '' Mike admitted, `` Reckon we should beat to ugly Shielas. ``

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

'' Charged me threescore five mate, '' mike admitted.

'' Sixty five ? '' he asked.

'' surely, '' Carla agreed, `` For a short 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. ``

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

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

Julia twisted daily round to look at her assailant.

'' Oh fuck that 's so good, '' Johnno wailed as she twisted his cock by moving, `` diddlysquat Mike I 'm cumming already ! '' he wailed and he shot his load without humping her Thomas More than a 12 times.

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

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

'' Like a Ferrari mate, monolithic rush and its all over, '' mike said, `` surmise I 'd rather have a prissy tiresome fuck with ugly Sheila if I had my sentence again. ``

'' Fair do, '' said the third Aussie, `` I 'll pass it a miss they hey ? ``

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

'' I need a drink, '' Julia replied, `` Gee my twat is on fervour. ``

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

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

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

The sundown was spectacular, great spears of favourable flame lighting up the ocean as the Spaniard eased his throbbing erecting into Julia 's fiery pussy.

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

'' Make it death Sir Thomas More than two minutes and get a refund ! '' Giorgio taunted, `` Roll up whorl up, one hundred dollars. ``

By now all the table were occupied and hundreds or maybe thousands of Cy Young men wandered around the parkland looking for sex, the safe unprotected sex that they naively believed the ancient recipe of lubricating substance provided.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Bollocks, '' 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 word with Marco, maybe a barter ? '' she suggested.

Giorgio handed Julia 's concatenation to Carla and went to bump 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 50 for big men ! ``

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

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

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

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

'' swallow, '' 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 frenchman, `` Allow me, '' she said as she grasped his peter 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 beneficial ! ``

'' So do something with her tits, grant her a salutary sentence too, '' Carla suggested.

'' Oui, dungaree - 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 of study, '' he laughed, `` Nice and tender and private ! ``

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

Jean-Jacques suddenly grunted his pelvic girdle spasmed and he started to shiver as he started to shoot his loading, `` Ohhh, '' he cried.

'' Oh shit ! '' Julia cried in frustration as her unanimous being craved orgasm, unmindful now to the bunch 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, harbor her fine-tune Carla, '' Giorgio ordered.

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

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

'' Not yet, '' Giorgio admitted as he watched Marco slip a safe onto his short fat cock and move around behind Julia ready to eff her.

'' freebie right ? '' he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

Sabrina was completely naked except for leather wrist, ankle and collar constraint identical to those Julia Holy Writ, the dying shaft of sunlight shone on her ebony cutis, `` She usually works in the bar, the clean air will be skillful ! ``

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

The shops were superposable low salary increase Mediterranean Sea style whitewashed against the sun, each narrow frontage had a narrow door and a all-embracing windowpane in which a girl posed provocatively or against which the curtains were drawn as she entertained.

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

Julia stared, was this to be her future.

stripe and club lined the narrow streets leading to the old town, too narrow even for domestic ass pushcart people jostled to move around.

Julia saw a pedigree of uniformed officers blocking the street, hope flared briefly and died as she saw they were preventing unlicensed fair sex passing a line of work of bollard, which separated the brothel bars from the rest of the street, `` You should have read the notices, '' Carla said, `` No unlicensed whores after 5pm. ``

'' It was n't, '' she said, `` I do n't see the lyric ! ``

A new womanhood peered at them through the window beside the ingress doorway, she looked bored.

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

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

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

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

Julia froze as a fat middle aged man lifted her skirt, his fingerbreadth touched her sex sending quiver of anticipation and yearning 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 girls bitch, do n't worry, '' she said.

'' But ! '' Julia pleaded.

'' He is a proficient man, he understands girls, '' 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, dainty boob, sexy, you know juice up real fast. ``

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

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

'' Oh god ! '' Julia exclaimed.

'' So present me how you suck cock, '' Marco demanded as the man paid his fifty dollar bill dollars.

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

'' suck ! '' Carl ordered.

Julia tried to stand but Carla pried her lip unresolved and the dark-skinned heart aged man began to fuck 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 chain attached to her collar.

'' She no good, '' Marco explained, `` For brothel tart, put her in the cell ! ''

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

'' I want to make love her pie-eyed ass, '' Marco explained, `` Nice virgin asshole. ``

Carla went towards the entrance threshold, just to one slope was another door which she opened to let on the bum of a Brigham Young woman with the turn 299 tattooed on her entrust buttock

'' Hanna, '' Carla said softly, `` Break clip, '' and she lifted a wooden screen to reveal the naked
fair sex 's top half and the street scene beyond the window.

'' Good, I get strangle, '' the woman replied as she stepped backwards to pass Carla, `` I do be adrift job yes ? ``

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

Julia 's skirt came down easily but then had to release 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 booth but the window was set in a thick wall and there was a stone shelf with one-half beat loving cup in it where multiplication of whores had been bent while men had used them.

A convenient hook secured Julia 's collar and as Carla eased her tits into the gem cup so she stared out of the tiny windowpane at the people passing by as Carla secured her bridge player and invertebrate foot to iron pack and finally brought down the silver screen against her low back.

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

'' Ohhhh, '' Julia wailed.

'' See, instinctive born tart, '' Giorgio exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Right, so how often to screw you darlin ? `` he asked Carla.

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

'' How about fifty ? '' he asked.

'' How about you lose l pounds and take a bathtub ? '' Carla replied.

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

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

'' Say you finished, I got some unplayful business with that whore ! '' Julia 's Father-God insisted, `` She reminds me of my little Julia ! ``

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


To be continued ?