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There was a knock at the door and I allowed Charlotte to get up rubbing her ass a little from the spanking. Charlotte obeyed walking to the door in he... high heels. Ben followed Charlotte into the room watching her ass sway, I dropped a couple of dildos onto the bed that I had packed and ordered her to strip for us.Ben and I sat by the hotel table and I put on some music as Charlotte stepped back from us both beginning to slowly rub her hands over her clothed body, dancing and wiggling around. Today, she was wearing a long white lace top through which I could see her white bra, and seemed to be wearing nothing over her legs, but I couldn’t confirm this as she was sat down behind the table. She was holding a mug in her hands and looked up as I walked in. “Hello handsome,” she smirked. “Morning Kelly,” I replied, choosing to ignore her comment, but already becoming aroused by her flirty welcome. “Where’s Tina?” I asked, sitting down across the table. “She’s gone out to post a few. More

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