I asked what she wanted me to do and she told me that she would let me know in the morning.I left her room and went back downstairs, shit I couldn’t...believe it, she had a bloody video, what the hell did she want from me?The next morning soon after my wife had left to drop the kids at school and go to work Carla came into the kitchen. “Hi Tony, here are some stockings and sexy pants for you. I want you to wear them and nothing else and come to my room at one this afternoon, ok?” I replied ok,. ”“You have another one besides her? A dangerous game, Steve.”“She knows. She’s OK with it.”“A ladies’ man. If the other one is just as good-looking, I want to know your secret. Especially if they know about each other.”“I don’t have a serious girlfriend. I’m dating. I’m kind of young for a permanent relationship.”“True. I knew you were a smart kid. You’re lucky too.”“Thanks.”“I have a possible solution. Let me make a phone call and check.”He went to the office. I unpacked some deliveries and. I had watched the porn vids with the girls like Sherri and Bambi taking it up the ass and loving it, but I thought they were just acting. She was riding my cock like a cowgirl and I slipped my middle finger in her pussy, then touched her anal entrance. She moaned and I slipped it in her ass. She bit me. I couldn't react because this was all new to me, erotic overload. She then cried out and I knew we were home. Over the years we played a lot with many toys. Sheila has aversions to some. "Tell me the password and I will show you your emails." I suggested."Never" she answered, "it's private."I typed NEVER, and got a wrong password, I tried Victoria and it fired up."Bastard," she cried.There were messages of condolence, all her devastated friends emailing, I scrolled it for her so she could read, sharing an experience in the stench of her filth, her broken pain-wracked body living out her last days before the blissful release of death.She sobbed and laughed occasionally, then I.