He left, and if I have anything to say about it, for good this time.Why do guys always come up with the "slut" name, anyway? The fight was not about m...y being unfaithful or sleeping around. I guess guys just think it is the ultimate insult.Well, next thing I knew, I was finding out just how much of a slut I could be.I had a couple of drinks, and then I put on a short, flimsy skirt and a tube top. I went to a place the asshole had mentioned a couple of times. It was an adult bookstore. He said it. They came with excellent referenceswhich indicated they were anxious to gain promotion through diligent pursuitof their chosen profession. The two female guards, Fiona and Ruth were eachin their own way very satisfactory assistants. Fiona, tall, blonde and blueeyed was a strict disciplinarian who reveled in her work which if it allowedher to indulge her lesbian desires was sufficiently rewarded for a days work.Ruth, overweight and unattractive liked nothing better than taking her. Unfortunately, it was not often that the court had suitable males brought before them, and it was a long time since she had seen a young man with a cock that size, and never before had she had the chance to sample an Earthman. Every one spoke so highly of their sexual abilities in the bedroom For the occasion of his arrival at her house that evening, she dressed in a thin gauze type blouse which showed her ample breasts and a red sarong. She had not bothered with panties or a bra.Tony arrived. And yet besides these facts, I had for some reason gone and licked our combined sexual juices that had cooled on the bed. I was angry at myself, needing release, yet now too turned off to finish.I went about my day, first stripping the bed to change the sheets. My mind constantly returning to my unsatisfied libido. Hopefully when my son returns home, he'll pay more attention to my needs.Time seemed to crawl, my attention constantly drawn back to that annoying space between my legs.It took all.