‘You’re my slut now Angela’ Mark said as she looked up at him and gasping she replied ‘Yes I am your slut Mark’, he smiled at her look acros... the road, Angela confused look and suddenly she realised there were men watching them. ‘NO!’ She whispered and looked back at him, ‘you knew!’ she accused him. Mark, grinning pulled her upright, ’would you like to be a real slut’ he said, Angela stared at him and then heard herself answer ’ Yes make me a real slut’. Taking her arm Mark turned her towards. They'd put in some first class seats for us upstairs behind the cockpit, and we brought our own food and entertainment-no in-flight movies! With sandwiches and trail mix, and a cooler of soda and wine, we managed just fine. A new Dick Frances novel kept the boredom away, until I fell asleep.Customs in Austria was a breeze. The horses behaved well-they wanted off the plane and knew they'd get off sooner if they were good about it. Before we knew it, we had them in the stables we'd arranged and. It didn't pull her waist in but she didn'treally need overall she was toned and slim, that was probably the biggestreason he had messaged her in the first place. She was still wearing herfour inch black heels and no stockings on her sleek creamy legs. Herblack latex skirt clung tight against her hips, silhouetting her body andnearly giving glimpses at what soft finery she was wearing underneath.She was also wearing a pair of elbow length satin gloves but then both thewomen had worn gloves. " I said when she stopped.We all used the little girl's room, checked our makeup while we waited for thecab I had booked to arrive. Chapter FortyHalf an hour later we were at the entrance to the reception. We entered andfound the netball team in the centre of the dance floor talking and approachedthem and said "Hi." in unison."Hi you three, been a busy afternoon apparently." News travel fast." I replied."We want to know what happened to Ron? She was supposed to be in the bridalparty. There was.