" What are you going to do?" asked Jacqui a little more wary now.She had been experimented on before and it was the nature of an experiment that you d...dn't exactly know how it would work. Then she giggled as she remembered a very messy experiment with some fudge which only caused both of them to get very sticky and didn't excite either of them.Taking out the rope, Colin positioned her standing up beside the bed. Jacqui watched as he made a small loop about a quarter of the way along the rope.. “So, what do you think of your new smooth look?” She looked in the mirror, did a Superman pose and smiled. I asked her again as she walked back over to the bed.She kissed me and said, “I love it, but what’s more important is that you take care of it like you did today.” I hugged her and said, “As long as you let me baby. I’ve wanted you for so long; I’m never going to let you go.” “Well, I’m not going anywhere.” She hugged me for a bit, then she unbuckled the strap on my harness and threw it. I hated sluts more to the marrow of my bones and my wife had become a slut.To understand how I feel about sluts, you need to understand my mother. If it weren't for the tragedy, I'd cry at just how Freudian my life was becoming. My mother was a slut. She was probably certifiably mentally ill. She hadn't a clue who my father was, and never cared. Her idea of a good date was a gangbang. She was a Certified Public Accountant, and somehow she managed to keep her professional and personal life. That evening Ruth, after a couple of false starts, spoke to her husband John. "I saw Lorraine Robertson today, her and Alan are all lovey-dovey again." Are they? I thought you said last time you saw her that their marriage was on the rocks," said John."It was but they went away to a country cottage for a few days and now they can't get enough of each other." That's a bit of a turnaround. Just because they went away to a cottage, it changed their marriage?" asked her husband."Well, it was.