I tried to let it fall away from my mind but sleep would not rescue me. I walked downstairs and turned on the TV to find something to take my mind awa... from the dreams and the reality. As I changed stations, I caught something that held me transfixed. A blond woman in leather was tying this guy to a heavy wooden trellis on a stage of some sort in a club. The voice over began as she pulled out the whip and began to lash at his back. ‘Of all the Mistresses at the club, I really like Mistress. His fingers were in her pussy, with his palm getting her clit. She felt herself starting into the last throes before climax, that wonderful plateau when she soared with ecstacy short of completion."Cum now, Billy. Spurt in my insides, in my ass. Oh, its so good. I'm there, I'm there." She was writhing back at his pistoning tool, trying to drive every inch to her bottom. He wasn't pulling out as far now, but going faster, and shoving harder with each stroke. She heard him grunting with effort on. The guys were not bad looking or dirty. Just married men bored and on a business trip. Then money being spent was part of Mr. Jensen's expenses and never in question. It was safer than pulling off the highway with some rich boys who were now in college. Carla was a high class call girl and had a good cover working as a secretary. She dressed like a hippie chick when not at work, not even wearing make up or dress clothes. Bruce listened to her story in amazement. His work paid OK but, Carla. "Mmmmm-mm." I moaned into her. She made me feel horny as hell. It dawned to me that maybe I was a lesbian.“Please,” she whispered, and the sound of her voice affected me too. I slipped my tongue back up to where I knew she wanted it and I focused on the tiny bud of her clitoris. I felt it harden even more and her small cries of pleasure spurred me on. She purred like a kitten at first, squirming against my mouth, catching my rhythm and responding. Her hands found my hair; her finger nails.