"Ah-hmm, yes. Now. Do."

Again Helen watched the provocative ass cheeks, made even more so by the black stockings, retreat a couple of yards to the button that controlled the bed. Carlotta deliberately made her breasts twitch when she lifted a hand to press the button in the wall.

The bed came down softly, invitingly. Carlotta smiled to Helen and pulled back the bedspread.

She came to Helen and removed the hostess's uniform jacket.

Without hurry she unbuttoned Helen's blouse.

She showed her approval of the revealing bra. She ran her lips along the edges of the bra, tracking its outlines along the quivering, warming tissues of Helen's breasts.

She unhooked the bra and retreated a foot to get a better view. She nodded her approval. She put a hand beneath each breast and felt their weight and nodded further approval.

She invited Helen to feel her breasts, and turned sidewise to show their outline, the up tilted nipples that made a kind of ski-jump for an exploring finger. She made the motion of using a bow and arrow.

Ah! One had to have Indian blood in order to have breasts of that enticing shape.

"Men like, ho-ho-ho!" said Carlotta, smiling.

She helped Helen out of her skirt and half-slip but motioned that she should leave on her stockings. Oh yes, thought Helen, while all her juices flowed in eager expectation, let's play whore!

Being a woman, she had a hidden desire to be a whore. But Helen's sexual desires ran in too many directions and she never knew which direction to call the way home.

Anyway, if one were to play whore, where were the men?

Who needed a hairy brutal man when one had a silken-skinned, gentle woman?

Carlotta again fondled Helen's breast, pressing the nipples inward and letting them spring out again. She then cupped her hand upon one breast while she bent her lips to the other.