After lunch the same day, Carla called me over to her desk, and after looking furtively around to make sure the doors were all shut, she said, ‘here...��s that web-site I told you about.’ A series of small photos showed a powerfully-built but attractive forty-something woman in a skimpy silk dress laying into the naked buttocks of a young woman with a thin cane. Her flesh was streaked with red wheals. ‘Those wheals could be faked,’ I observed. ‘Wait!’ said Carla, and typed in a password. The screen. When I laid her down, I noticed that there was cum dripping our of her pussy and down her thigh. I wondered if her Uber driver had a little fun. I was a little upset, but really turned on at the same time. I had fantasized about what it would be like to watch her with another man. She really was passed out and I wondered what had happened. I took her phone out of her purse and placed her thumb on it so I could see if there were any clues there. I looked in her photos and noticed that there were. Wearing short shorts and a tiny little top, her ass jiggled to the beat very nicely. Her friend sat on the couch, cheering her on as my girlfriend began to “ fake” a strip tease.As the layers slowly came off the “joke” again came out of her friend. “ Hey,” she said with a sly grin, “ why don’t we all go into the bedroom and have a threesome?” As usual I chuckle it off and carry on drinking my beer, watching my girlfriends ass move to the beat as she makes her way over to her friend.Stripped. ’ She poked him in the chest with the sheet music she was holding. He shook his head. ‘You agreed to it. Can I come in?’ She moved back and let him in. ‘What’s up?’ Had he been looking for her? The thought made her warm, though she was sure it wasn’t for the reason she wished. ‘Nothing, don’t mind me.’ He pulled out a paperback and sat with his back to the wall, reading. Really? She was supposed to practice with him sitting there? As if aware of what she was thinking, he said, without looking.