Shoulder length hair in odd bands of gray and black hung loosely about his head, restrained by an intricately beaded headband. His clothing was typica... for the the western U.S. ranching region, but his footwear was not. His tanned leather moccasins, high-topped and laced in the style of a rider's leggings, decorated in intricate bead work designs, were not at all typical of modern western wear among anyone, let alone a white man.The elderly investigator studied the photos. The manner of. The weather was getting warmer and she had managed to get a consultancy role out of her home town where Wendy felt she could dress a little more provocatively, maybe there were some opportunities for her there. The college was a completely different demographic from her usual place, although she recognised some of the personalities. Shy, loud, confident, unsure, it wasn’t a world away from the issues Wendy faced on a daily basis.It was in the afternoon session that one guy said, damn Tyler was. Oh, just the thought of it was getting her going, and she wasn't even at the church yet.Dressed in her most modest Sunday dress, complete with a ruffled bodice buttoned all the way to the neck, long sleeves, and thick woolen tights covering her legs, Lizzie examined her slight frame in the mirror. She tied her long curly blonde hair into a neat braid, the picture of propriety, and prepared herself for her newest adventure.The walk to the church was a blur. In her black Mary-Janes, she felt the. Matt slipped his hand to my boobs and ordered me to take off my bra. I replied that we had another meeting in few minutes.But then he said he wanted me to go with him to the restroom.Our satisfied clients said goodbye and then my Boss dragged me to the men’s room. He locked the door behind us and ordered me to strip off my underwear.I was using a tiny crotch less thong that morning. So I lifted my tube skirt and bent on my waist; showing him it was not necessary to strip off.Matt smiled and.