I had seen her asshole a few times when she bent over and it was perfect. As white and milky as the rest of her body with a little pink center. I of c...urse was fighting every urge I had. Was I sick this was crazy. But it went on for months.That changed July fourth. I came home and she was on the couch her leg draped up over the back of the couch.Naked her pussy shaved smooth.legs spread wide. Her vibrator in hand she was going from her clit to stuffing it in her cunt.She was moaning and. They had talked about a lot while moving everything. "What do I do?" she asked. Brian nodded, he didn't want to ask; he had a few guesses, one of which he didn't want to bring up. She just shook her head and he could see clearly even in the darkness her black hair going from side to side. "No, I am not a stripper, or an escort, or a hooker," she said. "I work as a cam model, and I sometimes do some photo shoots," she said. None of those were even on his list. He didn't even know there was a job. She arched her back a little and got herself in a firm position as I told Brian where we kept some of the whips and paddles we sometimes used. I could tell he was really eager to punish Carmen by the crazed look on his face. He had mentioned in the hallway that he had never struck a woman's tits before, only caressing and sucking on them, but now I could see he was really getting into this. "Play with her tits first" I recommended to him "Get a good feel of them" I added. Brian moved over to. Soon, Marc arched his back, pushed his cock in deep and I watched his ass cheeks flex as he unloaded his seed into the condom. At some point, they both looked up at the ceiling, as they must have heard footsteps. I then saw feet descending the stairs, and they belonged to my wife Liz. She was bringing warm towels (I was later told) to minister to the newly initiated woman in the basement. Two VERY surprised heads popped up as Liz descended the stairs, Kelly scrambling to find clothing to cover.