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Meet me in the Hotel LobbyI told her I'd meet her in the hotel lobby. I'd be the guy with the Wall Street Journal. She was encouraged to wear a skirt with no panties and high heels. I saw her Çubuk travesti coming toward the door from behind the mirrored glass of the lobby. She had done as I'd instructed. Her tanned, Çukurambar travesti toned calves were exquisite in her stiletto leopard-print shoes. The skirt was just above the Demetevler travesti knee, but you could tell she wasn't used to being pantyless. Her heavy breasts were showcased in a blouse with plenty of cleavage. I met her but didn't say a word as I escorted her to the elevator. We were alone. I pressed the button and once the door closed, I found her wet, dripping clitoris with my fingers. By the time the elevator doors opened again, she had cum.