Matteo didn't return for the next three days.
I didn't know if it was reward or punishment, but what I did understand was that it was somehow becoming a kind of pattern that I had to deal with very well. It didn't bother me, the truth is that it gave me moments of respite that served me, but because at every moment I felt completely disturbed by all the sensations that were eating me up. The feeling was spectacular, glorious and the pleasure was incredible, but the feeling of guilt that came with that was hard because I couldn't help but think it was bad and the fact that I had days to be able to process it made it all worth it.
He was good in the long run, but a part of me felt lacking his attention.
The good thing about it is that I was able to have time to talk to Regina.
The day af
