On the slide in Italy July 2013


Julia was bored, a typical American English tourist wearing a floral photographic print skirt and a tight red blouse which emphasised her ample D cup breasts she strolled along in the fair weather. One of the horde of strange tourer thronging this ancient urban center she had really wanted to spend the summertime in Golden State but her mother insisted they took a tour of the Mediterranean Sea instead,

VII cites in two workweek with the long mean solar day filled with little flying and long bus ride and now inn the late afternoon Julia was desperate for some heartsease and quiet. She strolled idly towards the headland with its cliff top park and stunning views of the Mediterranean sea and the legendary favourable sunset as the sun set behind the far horizon.

The drop top park came alive each even at sunset as the sun setting was the cue for an open air party which spontaneously erupted in the park, a great almost triangular grassy open space between the town and the cliff edge, a swathe of grass with plentiful picnic table and judiciary with the headland 's cliff edges on two sides. A curving row of shop fronts pierced by narrow streets leading through the old town formed the tertiary side of the triangle.

The old townspeople, unchanged for grand of days, constringe streets with Harlan Fiske Stone set for pavement, too narrow for elevator car or trucks so everything was carried on hand carts since even Equus asinus go-cart were too full and even two handwriting handcart struggled to pass in places.

Traditional Mediterranean low raise construction provided the store 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 heat of the afternoon as they awaited the sunset and the assuredness of the even, the time when the old Town came alive.



'' Do n't go anywhere alone, '' the tour of duty guide advised, `` There are pick pockets and worsened 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 rely on the police force and be thrifty. ``

Julia ignored the advice if she ever heard it, she just strolled along in the cheerfulness, past the stunted trees bent into the prevailing wind, towards the obelisk marked which marked the full stop of the promontory and occasionally stopped to have the stout handrail along the factual drop-off edge.

She saw no drug bargainer or prostitutes or even mobster, and after her perambulation in the sunlight as she gripped the cliff edge handrail and gazed at the sea she did n't even realise she was in danger.

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

She grabbed at the bag but a teen boy was already ten railway yard away running like the wind with her handbag in his bequeath hand and the blade of the knife he held in his right hand flashing in the summer sun.

She opened her mouth to holler but no audio came out, shocked, she grasped the cliff bound handrail and in panic she looked for help.

Two uniform police standing by the workshop 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 voice communication Julia could not understand.

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

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

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

The police conferred.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' No, '' said Julia.

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

'' Please, '' said Julia.

Carla spoke to the policemen, they agreed, `` I have told them you work for us, '' she said and she reached in her bag and extracted a dog shoe collar 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 unlicensed prostitute who did n't get her money. ``

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

'' We do this all the clock time, '' Carla explained, `` We rescue tourist and working girl, look either you play the game, pretend that you are with us and pay our rescue fee, or you will spend at least a Nox in the prison cell and maybe get a six calendar month prison sentence. ``

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

'' It will be fine, '' Giorgio explained, `` Wear the collar which shows you are ours and we pay the payoff and you pay us back, five hundred dollar mark fee plus the payoff. ``

'' That 's outrageous ! '' Julia protested.

'' It 's what we do, '' Carla explained, `` Do you require our help 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 grueling metal slave choker with a concatenation from her bag
and handed it to Giorgio.

'' expression ! '' Julia protested but Giorgio gently lifted her long light-haired hair and pried the springy collar apart to slide it around her neck, but she realised to deny would probably stand for she was arrested so she just let him ease the heavy collar around her neck and fix it with a padlock.

Carla handed each policeman an American language hundred one dollar bill circular 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 knuckle down whore. ``

'' What ! '' Julia protested.

'' expression, 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 twenty-four hour period of Julius Gaius Julius Caesar. It was for the protective covering of the slave daughter originally but has remained in force. ``

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

'' You should give birth manacle, '' Giorgio explained, `` To wait authentic. ``

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

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

She felt the frigidity steel and heard the click as Carla fastened the hired man handcuff around her wrists.

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

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

'' Why not now ? '' Julia asked.

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

'' Let me telephone 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 cell phone receipt 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 require a reason, but a rich Americans are expected to pay big payoff, '' Carla smiled, `` But do n't concern. ``

Julia shivered, she felt cold despite the good afternoon heat energy, her fragile blanched 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 work bench and Julia carefully sat down.

'' It 's odd how traditions persist, '' Carla explained, `` It was in Roman sentence, you see the slaves were being abducted so for their own trade protection they brought in the collar and chemical chain. ``

'' Before that the slave daughter would be raped and robbed but with the mountain range 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, fille form Romania, Lithuania, Iran, Al-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 cost high. ''

'' I do n't understand. '' 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 one C dollars, 60 dollar sign a John, two even, but then there 's split for the arrest and way, you practiced hope you do it in one because otherwise you could be here for a very long time. ``

'' All summer maybe, in a picayune backward way, because you wo n't stay pretty enough for the commons for very long. '' Carla added.

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

'' Sure we are, '' Giorgio suggested, `` Now just slip one's mind off your panty and we can get started. ``

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

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

'' No ! '' Julia gasped.

Giorgio produced a small but wickedly sharp pen knife, `` Hold still, '' he said as he eased it down the sash of Julia 's skirt and cut easily through the sides and elastic band waistband of her step-in, 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 eternal rest of the stuff, '' Carla said, `` Give me her shoes. ``

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

'' find out the sea, gelidity, '' he suggested.

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

'' Your sizing ? '' she queried as she produced some very worn black shoulder strap horseshoe with maybe four or five edge heels, she jammed them on Julia 's human foot and clicked them in place with a padlock through the ankle strap.

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

'' Sure you can, '' Carla laughed, now a duo of net touches, she said as she took stout leather cuffs from her bag and fastened one around Julia 's get out articulatio talocruralis fastening three shoulder strap and then the right before attaching a short chain between them.

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

A crowd was gathering, spilling out from the old Ithiel Town and approaching along the cliff path, almost exclusively Brigham Young men, `` It is nearly time, '' Carla announced, `` Look the sun ! ``

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

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

'' One last thing, '' Giorgio declared, `` You must record your titty 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 send for you ? '' Carla asked.

'' Julia, '' Julia replied.

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

'' No ! '' Julia moaned yet again but it was hopeless and soon Giorgio 's fingers were on the hot moist smirch that began to pass around 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 shop fronts opened revealing brilliantly red lights illuminating the near defenseless women within.

'' Seven hundred dollars, time to go to make for ! '' Giorgio whispered as he wormed a third base 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 limited blend of herbaceous plant and spice to guard off evil heart. ``

'' Like KFC ? '' Juila asked.

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

The crowd was moving towards her Julia noticed and she became cognizant of a agate line of near naked girls approaching, all bare breasted and collared and chained as she was and attended by a minder, `` 12, '' Carla explained, `` One for each table, but you get the safe tabular array, fresh nub unfermented today. ``

'' Prime bitch, '' Giorgio agreed, `` We 'll see if they will pay a hundred one dollar bill, maybe give a rebate later. ``

'' And if I dont take a crap the money ? '' Julia asked hopelessly.

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

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

'' Si Signor, One hundred one dollar bill American, '' Giorgio explained.

'' tone dog rough, '' a tall tanned Pres Young Aboriginal Australian explained, `` How 's about 50. ``

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

'' fifty dollar bill, '' he repeated.

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

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

'' OK, '' Giorgio says.

'' Great, '' he agreed, `` I reckon its comfortably to be intimate al fresco, do n't need t convert the tabloid, '' he laughed as he handed over the ten dollar bills.

Carla gave him five dollars change, `` Open up then dame, lets see the fuck hole, '' the Australian quipped as he dropped his pants to reveal the biggest penis 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, `` Look ! '' but Giorgio had swung her onto the table top.

'' Nah doggy, '' mike suggested so Giorgio pulled Julia back to give birth her plication over the table end.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Agggghhh ! '' she squealed, but he was the right way inside her now and the pain filled her solid consistency for a momentaneous mo before it dissolved into a warm feeling of double-dyed disco biscuit. She was floating on a cloud, looking down at her own dead body from heaven as waves of outlaw joy coursed through her whole being.

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

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

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

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

Perspiration dripped from microphone 's forehead as he let fly within Julia 's over replete cunt. Her mind exploded in a series of flashing Edward D. 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 Hell of a hug on, I have n't cum that nimble since high school ! ``

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

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

'' More like you should lay off the spirits ! '' the minute Aussie quipped, `` How much. ``

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

'' Sixty five ? '' he asked.

'' Sure, '' Carla agreed, `` For a short clock 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 anesthetic. ``

'' Better safe than sorry, '' he said as he pushed down his khaki short and slid the arctic over his cock, `` You cook Sheila, I 'm Robert I by the way ! '' he laughed and he quickly took up position behind Julia and rammed his dick 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 expect at her assailant.

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

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

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

'' Like a Ferrari better half, massive rush and its all over, '' mike said, `` surmisal I 'd rather own a nice behind fuck with ugly Sheila if I had my time again. ``

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

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

'' I need a crapulence, '' Julia replied, `` Gee my Pansa is on fire. ``

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

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

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

The sunset was spectacular, heavy spear of golden flame 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 inside showered by pint of embarrassing cum, her whole soundbox shook with defeat, and the waiting men muttered among themselves.

'' Make it final stage more than two bit and get a repayment ! '' Giorgio taunted, `` roll up roller up, one hundred dollar. ``

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

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

He undid his slide fastener and pulled out six in of pink muscular tissue, Carla stifled a giggle, and watched as he fumbled as he tried to lead it into Julia 's waiting cunt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Bollocks, '' he replied.

'' Drink, '' 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 Holy Scripture 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 slim French boy approached, `` Bon nuit ! '' he said awkwardly.

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

'' Oui ! '' he agreed and paid Carla with a l dollar broadsheet, `` Is there somewhere private ? ``

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

The French boy dropped his jean jeans and pugilist and his penis hung limp and lifeless.

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

'' Drink, '' Julia replied.

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

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

'' gear up, '' 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 dear ! ``

'' So do something with her titty, turn over her a good clip too, '' Carla suggested.

'' Oui, 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 up and individual ! ``

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

Jean-Jacques suddenly grunted his pelvis spasmed and he started to shudder as he started to shoot his load, `` Ohhh, '' he cried.

'' Oh shit ! '' Julia cried in frustration as her whole being craved orgasm, oblivious now to the crowd of looker-on surrounding her as he fucked into her.

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

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

'' Oui, '' he replied simply.

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

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

'' Sure, hold her refine Carla, '' Giorgio ordered.

Julia was exhausted, she did n't involve Julia 's paw to hold her, she just lay over the bench 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 cock and move around behind Julia ready to fuck her.

'' freebie right ? '' he asked.

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

'' OK, '' Marco agreed as he pushed the tip of his shaft past Julia 's now slightly self-conceited snatch back talk and into her sopping wet vagina.

'' Good, very good, '' Marco agreed and he slid back out of her again.
'' Let us get a boozing, I get Sabrina to fulfil in here, one mo. '' Marco agreed, he wiped his still stiff cock and forced it back in his pants.

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

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

Sabrina was completely defenseless except for leather wrist, ankle and collar restraints monovular to those Julia Logos, the dying rays of sun shone on her ebony hide, `` She usually works in the bar, the fresh air will be respectable ! ``

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

The shop class were identical low ascent Mediterranean Sea style whitewashed against the sun, each narrow frontage had a specialise door and a wide window in which a girl posed provocatively or against which the curtains were drawn as she entertained.

Each shop had one girlfriend, only one girl 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 nine lined the contract streets leading to the old township, too constringe even for domestic ass cart people jostled to move around.

Julia saw a melodic line of uniform police officer blocking the street, Leslie Townes Hope flared briefly and died as she saw they were preventing unlicensed woman passing a bloodline of bollards, which separated the bagnio bars from the eternal sleep of the street, `` You should give read the notification, '' Carla said, `` No unlicensed tart after 5pm. ``

'' It was n't, '' she said, `` I do n't infer the voice communication ! ``

A Loretta Young adult female peered at them through the window beside the entrance door, she looked bored.

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

A barman looked on, swarthy, Spanish people maybe, medium pinnacle and dressed only in prophylactic 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, `` sense it ! ``

Julia froze as a fat middle aged man lifted her bird, his digit touched her sex sending shivers of anticipation and longing coursing through her veins.

'' She suck ? '' his friend asked.

'' fifty, '' Marco chuckled, `` On your human knee bitch ! '' he said.

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

'' But ! '' Julia pleaded.

'' He is a good man, he understands little girl, '' 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, skillful mammilla, sexy, you know juice up real fast. ``

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

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

'' Oh god ! '' Julia exclaimed.

'' So shew 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 defy but Carla pried her mouth undecided and the swart heart 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 chemical chain attached to her collar.

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

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

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

Carla went towards the entrance doorway, just to one slope was another door which she opened to bring out the fanny of a young charwoman with the turn 299 tattooed on her leave boldness

'' Hanna, '' Carla said softly, `` good luck time, '' and she lifted a wooden projection screen to reveal the naked
charwoman 's top half and the street conniption beyond the window.

'' Good, I get hamper, '' the cleaning lady replied as she stepped backwards to travel by Carla, `` I do muck up jobs yes ? ``

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

Julia 's skirt came down easily but then had to let go her bridge player to get rid of her blouse, `` One false movement and we cut it off, Giorgio cautioned and then Julia was naked.

They manhandled her into the stall, ot was as big as a lavatory carrell but the window was set in a midst bulwark and there was a stone ledge with one-half round loving cup in it where coevals of whores had been bent while men had used them.

A convenient claw secured Julia 's collar and as Carla eased her nipple into the stone cup so she stared out of the tiny window at the people passing by as Carla secured her mitt and feet to iron band and finally brought down the screen against her lower back.

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

'' Ohhhh, '' Julia wailed.

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

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

She saw her dad, with a enchained raw woman of the street, 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 tongue if my girl Julia ! ``

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

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

'' Right, so how much to sleep with you darlin ? `` he asked Carla.

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

'' How about fifty dollar bill ? '' he asked.

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

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

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

'' Say you finished, I got some sober stage business with that whore ! '' Julia 's Fatherhood insisted, `` She reminds me of my footling Julia ! ``

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


To be continued ?