Anthony had no way toknow what the real Angela's voice was like or indeed what she hadreally been like, so he could be in real problems here. The only...thingin his favour was that at least he looked like the real Angela."I hope the years have been kind," Angela replied to Ian's fianc?e.Inwardly Anthony was thinking 'and no one notices the differences' tohimself."You're looking very good," Holly complimented Angela. How much of alikeness were those photos? Anthony had no idea but decided he?d. Slowly I began to enjoy treated like slut.It became 10 pm when we reached a remote village. They asked me to go and dance on stage and show people how many sluts I am.I went without thinking and began dancing.The crowd was wooing with whistles and some were dancing along with me.I was asked to strip so I turned back and bent down.This rode my skirt till my waist and my ass was exposed, Slowly I was shaking my ass and removed my panty and throw it into the crowd.Many were fingering and some were. Soft moans escaped my throat and I almost hoped Damien would hear me. The thought both thrilled and terrified me.Damien stood shirtless at his collection of DVDs, most likely selecting a porn film to watch. I flicked my fingers quickly across my clit and moaned a little louder. I wanted him! Damien turned away from his DVDs and walked toward the window, affording me a closer view of the dark covering of hair on his broad chest. He stopped, his entire body going still, and then took another step. "I'd like to go with them if that's all right." We'll get things organized tomorrow. Just don't make me rue this." I won't!" she almost shouted. "This is a chance for me. I'm not going to screw up."Ten minutes later we stopped in front of Yesteryear's Fancy. We both went in and Dolores' eyes popped open when Ruth hugged me."Are you..." she started."He's my kid brother," Ruth smiled. "And you are?" Dolores, Mrs... ?" Ruth. Well, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself while Joe goes next door.