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Attempting to protest, I try to move once more only for the pressure to tighten followed by a SMACK! “OW!” I cry in pain. “COUNT” He barks. SMACK! “One, Thank you Kyrios (Master)” “Brava Ragazza (Good Girl)” SMACK! SMACK!

Today I'm a Bianchi, tomorrow I'm a De Luca. "I found the best place" said Sophia. "Then great, let's get this party started"

he said, savoring the words, “I want to see you slap that little slut.” [1] Bitch, in Italian [1]Bonaccorso… What a beautiful surprise! [2]A huge waste of time.

Banks, the personal assistant to the boss man. "This bitch is messing with the wrong damn one." Bianca pulled out her lipstick, reapplying glossy indigo to her pouty lips. Clearly on the warpath. "Tryin' to play me out, like I don't know the fuckin' schedule Ros gave me! It says—right there in bold ass print—that Mistress Belladonna is supposed to come on after Trixie Tango! Not Barbaria—stupid ass, ugly ass, uppity ass heifer!"

(Nothing in my world is free) Then silence settled between them, Domenico’s hands already balling into fists at his side, and Lucian’s hand flexing against his thigh like he was fighting back the blow could knock Gianni dead. And then, Gianni smiled. His rings drummed against the glass table, as the serpent tattoo on his neck poked out while he leaned forward. “All this talk of crates, crates crates. Che noia.” (So boring) His grin widened, “Lucian, at least have a drink with me, for old times sake.” Lucian scoffed, “Drinking with you would be treason against my own self.” Gianni clicked his tongue, “So no? Then I’ll drink for both of us.”

Luciano whispered “Have a fucking smile on your fucking face before they think that I am kidnapping you” Ahhhh! Now it’s my turn to shine. Glaring at Luciano, I showed him my middle finger and attached the fakest smile to it. Well, he didn’t do anything, he just held that hand, raised it to his lips, and took half my finger. Should I say he literally sucked it or just licked it? Well, I can’t tell. Luciano just looked me straight in the eyes and grinned sheepishly. “One day, you would suck my dick like that,” he said with a groan.

She sucked on the air as he left her lips, and instantly pulled out one of her busts, removing the tiny triagonal fabric that was hardly covering her huge breasts. He started to smash it in between his huge unyielding palm not granting her a chance to retaliate. She delivered his a faint chuckle rubbing the corner of her lips, "Lasciami adesso, è quasi l'ora dell'asta. ( Leave me now, it's almost time for the auction )"

I cried out every time he did it. Nico climbed up beside me. He fed me his cock while Luca fucked me. I sucked him eagerly, tongue swirling, moaning around the thickness. Matteo knelt by my head and rubbed the tip of his cock across my lips when Nico pulled back for a second. They shared my mouth like that—passing me back and forth while Luca kept pounding.

Morning I yawned awake to find Diana standing in front of me with a smile on her face. “Good morning, Signora. You look incredibly stunning this morning,” she praised, and I almost laughed at her words, knowing full well my hair probably resembled a bird's nest. “I made you fette biscottate . Cal specifically chose this,” she added, and I froze at the mention of that name. My thoughts immediately darted to what had happened last night. “Good morning, Signora Ophelia.”

Brittney responded and hugged me. Then Giacomo was on me like glue. “Bella, mia bellezza. Lasciami stringere quel corpo delizioso,” Giacomo grinned. (Bella, my beauty. Let me squeeze that delicious body.) “Hi, Giacomo,” I said, hiding my distaste. We all sat down at the table. Giacomo and Antonio started talking right away.