Phoning him.

As soon as Mr Thompson had left Abbey found her phone and started a bath running. She dialled George as the tub slowly filled.

“Hi honey,” George said when he picked up the phone.

“Hi, so I kind of fucked Mr Thompson,” she said quickly.

There was a pause, “What? The old guy across the street?”

Abbey bit her lip, “Yeah, he saw me yesterday with the delivery guys and tried to **** me. You said you wanted me to be a slut, and I told you I wouldn’t refuse anyone, so, yeah. I kind of fucked Mr Thompson.”

George laughed, “Really getting into this whole being a slut thing, aren’t you?”

Abbey laughed back, “Yeah, and you are, too, right? You still want this?”

“Yeah, I do,” he said. “I’m aching hard just thinking about it.”

“Good,” she replied, “'cause I’m loving it and looking forward to the next barbecue we have.”

George laughed, “You expect my friends will hit on you, and you will take them up to the bedroom to have a try getting you pregnant?”

Abbey moaned, “You know it. Now, as my bath fills, we should really talk limits.”

“No limits,” George replied immediately.

Abbey shook her head, “No, I’m serious. You want me to be a slut and not deny anyone, but there have to be limits. What if a woman hits on me?” she asked.

George moaned, “Well, you won’t get pregnant,” he said.

“What if your friends hit on me and expect it to be a regular thing?” she pressed. George moaned more loudly, “Really? You are kinky. And, if Mitchell asks me to accompany him to his cousin’s wedding?”

This time George did hesitate, “Wait, did Mitchell ask you to be his date to the wedding? The wedding out of town? Where he’s going for a week?”

“Well, no, but he did complain that he needed a date and comment that he was hoping for a date as sexy as me,” she told him.

George laughed, “If Mitchell asks you to be his date to his cousin’s wedding, I expect you to accept. Maybe you can play his girlfriend for a weekend. Though, if someone else hits on you at the wedding, it might get him in hot water with his family.”

“You really are terrible, but you would be comfortable with that?” she asked.

George nodded as he said, “Yeah, I think it’s hot.”

“Seriously, you have to have some limits. What if your brother hits on me? Or your father?” she asked.

George groaned and replied, “What if your father hits on you?” he asked back. Abbey let out a small involuntary moan, she’d never thought about her father that way, but the taboo of it suddenly seemed tempting. “Ha!” George exclaimed, “got you. You are as horny about this as I am.”

“Seriously, though, you don’t have any limits?” she persisted, ignoring his comment. “What if guys want to gangbang me? Take me to some BDSM party?”

“You would look good in leather,” he said.

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