Like a slut.”My eyes widened. “Slut. That’s what the married women call halfling females. They’re so promiscuous. They sleep with other women ...and other men. They break their marriage vows.”“Every woman can be a slut in the bedroom. A wanton woman eager to feel pleasure even if it is only from her husband.”My cheeks warmed. I squirmed my hips. “And you want me ... to be your slut? To ... do wicked things to you?”“And I’ll do wicked things to you.” His hand moved to my hair. He gripped a handful. " She then led me to my chair at the head of the table and held it for me as I sat down.Kim turned off the lights and left the room aglow in candlelight. Sandy hit the play button on a CD player and the room filled up with some soft dinner music. Judy had set the table with her fine china, crystal glassware, silver utensils, linen table cloth and napkins. Kim and Sandy got busy serving up a feast fit for a king. As Sandy put the salad before me she said "Your majesty, I hope this humble. Maybe I can find out what Angie’s problem is before I go on vacation. Give me a hug; you are a good friend to have.” I watched Rita cross the street. She had given me a few things to think about. Rita was still a friend. For a minute I regretted I didn’t pick up on her signals back weeks ago ... but that was only for a minute. Being friends with her was enough.‘****’The next day before lunch, I went across the street to see Angie. “Hey, there, friend of mine, let’s go on a picnic? I’ll stop and. . sex had never been their problem. She let her hands do what they wanted, and it was like a block had been placed on her libido. Her legs spread and she squatted, slipping two fingers into her hole as her palm brushed her clit, but it didn't help. She leaned heavily against the tile wall, relieving the pressure on her legs. Her fingers worked faster and she alternately squeezed her breast and pulled on the nipple. It wasn't working. She angled her body and moved her hand so the running water.