‘Ohh – please, Charlotte – please spank me harder!’I started to finger-fuck her, using three fingers now – after Peter she was still well-st...etched and lubricated. Evidence of his potent cum remained inside her, coating her vaginal walls.‘Call me Mistress, slut!’I moved my sticky, lubricated fingers back to her arse, playing with her…‘Please, Mistress – please spank me harder!’ She was starting to quiver, on the verge of another orgasm…I thrust two of my sticky fingers into her bottom. She. I half expect some cheesy music to start playing through the speakers.I look up at the ceiling as I lay on the silky bedsheets. They are cold to the touch but as Taylor's sweet pussy comes down onto my face there is nothing I can do now. I hear her phone ring as I start to gently lick her already moist cunt. Taylor and her boyfriend exchange the normal pleasantries before their conversation turns sexually explicit. I can’t hear them word for word but I can hear Taylor starting to moan and she. “Damn, hot! So, how about a drink?”“Sure, but here in the room or down at the bar.”“Both, but here in the room first. Then we can take alittle nap. Bar later. How does that sound?”“Okay,” Ginger said. She went over to the phone andcalled for room service. “Can you bring up two frozenmargaritas?” she asked politely.“With tequila shots on the side,” Kathy suggested toher.“And can you bring 4 tequila shots also?. "Of course," she looked at him. "Problems?" she continued.He stood up and walked to her bed."Come here and sit down," he replied, as he sat on the edge of her bed.She walked towards him and sat down by his side."What is it Matt?" she asked him, full of concern for his solemn look."I want you to promise me that whatever I tell you, is only between us. You can hate me forever but I need to get this off my chest. I have been holding this inside of me for so long," he said, looking into her eyes..