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didn’t last long before he was bumping the back of my throat, forcing me to take him deeper than I ever would have on my own.
    “ Merda ,” he groaned after seemingly never-ending minutes. Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth only to take himself in his hand, finally releasing my arm. After a few slides over the glistening shaft covered with my saliva, he arched against the seat and white streams shot from his tip, all over my face.
    Closing my eyes, I hoped none of it would get in them. I didn’t know if it’d burn or not, but didn’t want to find out.
    “Open those beautiful eyes and lick your lips. Clean up as much of my come with your tongue as you can.” Matteo released my braid and shoved himself back in his pants while watching me.
    I slid my tongue over my lips slowly. After swallowing, I made another swipe over them and then circled as far around my mouth as I could, hoping I reached enough to please him.
    The car came to an abrupt stop. I was knocked backward and he laughed.
    “Clean yourself up and come inside. Don’t do anything stupid,” he said, tossing a tissue from his pocket at me before climbing from the car.
    I quickly wiped my face as much as I could without a mirror and hoped I got all of his release before following him. I didn’t look either way down the street. There was nowhere for me to go, so why even look? Matteo didn’t treat me all that badly anyway, not like the horrible people who lived on the streets. Madam had shown me the news a few times to make sure I knew of the horrors that she was keeping me safe from. The unthinkable things people did to each other.
    Pushing the heavy door open, I was assaulted with a scent that made my nose wrinkle and eyes water. There were numerous chairs that lined either side of the room with women in them chatting to the people who appeared to be doing their hair. Matteo was talking to a woman behind a large counter.
    The chime from the door announced my arrival and he turned to me, holding out a hand. My eyes bounced from his hand to his face a few times before I placed mine into his.
    “Meet Gia. She is here for a Brazilian and a cut,” Matteo informed the woman, who nodded and smiled.
    “Follow me, please,” she said in a chirpy voice before heading toward the back of the room.
    Matteo pulled me along after her. She opened a door to reveal a bed covered in a white sheet.
    “Undress from the waist down and lie on your back. Sarah will be right with you.” Then she closed the door and left us alone in the room.
    I climbed on the bed and pulled my dress up. Since I still didn’t have any panties to wear, it made the whole getting-naked-from-the-waist-down thing easy. I clenched my hands in the bunched material to hide their tremors. The room didn’t appear to be a torture chamber, but looks can be deceiving.
    A soft, single knock sounded on the door before a woman I assumed was Sarah entered. She gave a surprised glance toward Matteo but didn’t say anything. Instead, she prepped a few things on the small counter before turning to me.
    “Put the bottoms of your feet together and let your legs fall apart,” she instructed.
    I did as she asked and closed my eyes to fight back the embarrassment that flared through me. My most intimate spaces were wide open for a complete stranger, but I quickly forgot that when I felt a hot, sticky material spread over one side of my labia.
    “Here we go.” was all the warning Sarah gave before yanking the wax off me, taking along with it a portion of my pubic hair and most definitely a layer or two of skin.
    Clenching my eyes, I prayed it would be over soon and that I didn’t cry out in pain. Surely that would displease Matteo, so I clenched my jaw and held back every yelp that wanted to escape as she repeatedly applied warm wax to my sensitive tissues, then yanked it off with no mercy.
    Just when I thought it had to be over, she told me to pull my knees to my chest, which I did without hesitation. When