Part of me really wanted to hate Charlotte, for a while there. Part of me wanted to blame her for the whole mess. She was the one who'd fucked Vincenz... after all. She was the one who boned some guy at the party last night. It was all her. I was a victim. I wanted to hate her. But I couldn't. My brain kept going around and around in circles, like a dog chasing its tail. And the thought I kept coming back to time and time again was that Charlotte was only being Charlotte; to expect her to change. Please?" I heard the words emerge as if from a stranger's lips, and they thrilled me."Oh god yes, I'd love to!" was my cousin's surprising and instant reaction. "I thought you'd never ask!"She gave my nipples a sharp parting tweak, and thumped next door to her dressing table. I heard her pull open a drawer, and a moment later she reappeared with a tangle of belts and scarves. She returned to the bed with a new, deliciously dangerous expression on her face.I discovered to my increasing delight. This was happening so fast.As I got dressed, we engaged in some small talk, and he walked me to the door. I picked up the cash, and he asked if he could call me if he comes to town again. I assured him he could, and gave him my telephone number. With that, I exited the hotel room, and returned to the world of ordinary life, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.I drove the rest of my way home pleased with myself. I just whored myself out and I love it. On my way home I felt odd. I. Any closer and he'd be inside her...which was yet to come. They frantically started to undress each other, leaving only her noticeable lingerie on. He had know idea she was expecting this tonight. It made him a little sad to see she knew it would happen, but he couldn't help but feel excited by the way the lingerie perfectly framed her voluptuous body. "You're kinkier than I expected," he said with a sly smile creeping upon his face. Their lips touched again and his penis became erect just.