."My friend told me about you and I got so turned on and jealous of her" I said.He stopped for a second, then said "Ohh, so you are a bit of a slutty ...one, wanna have a bit fun?"I told him I really did, and lead him to my room. Once we were in the light I could see that he looked somewhere in his early 40s at a guess, and he looked kind of dirty too, not attractive at all."So where do you want it slut?" he said looking very pleased with himself."My pussy is already getting pretty wet" I said. That ought to serve as sufficient justification for the two of you to be spanked." What?" Elizabeth flared. "Do you think I'm going to let those girls catch me..." She was too indignant to finish the sentence."It's part of your job," he reminded. "Besides," he added with a touch of malice, "you've been showing some distinctly bisexual trends lately."Elizabeth glared at him. "That's not the point," she told him. "The point is that it would be just too embarrassing for all those girls to catch me. Beverly is the brightest, most level headed person I know. She is a painslut, just like you are, but you didn't make her that way. All you did was to pass along your genes. Nature did the rest."She was looking at me, begging for approval with her eyes. "My dear Mrs. Bryson, you've been a good and loving mother. Why else would Bev care such much for your well being? It's going to be all right now, because you're with people that share your needs and understand what you've gone through."You're a. Gail was a Management consultant doing a 3-year project for a global oil company assessing the impact of North Sea drilling. Working with men came easy to her, growing up in the family of four brothers and a mom that died when she was 16. One of her fondest memories was playing football in the park with her brothers and cousins and the inevitable rough and tumble. “All I need now is for some drunken lout to sit next to me,” Gail said to herself as she plonked herself down in her.