..the matching demi-bra. The white thin cotton crop top t shirt that says “Daddy's Slut” in purple cursive letters. Yeah, that will do nicely. I s...lip on the lingerie and slip the shirt over my head, grinning dorkishly as I note how you can see the lace pattern on the bra through the material. I look through my skirt selection and choose a Lycra micro mini skirt that is so short you can see the bottoms of my lace-covered ass cheeks. I finish off the clothes with some silk purple thigh-high. "The lieutenant talked and listened, then handed the telephone to Mark. "Here, he wants to speak to you." Mark Hunter here." Mister Hunter, this is special agent Harold Bastain. We would like to meet with you at your uncle's lodge tomorrow morning at ten o'clock. Would that be convenient for you?" Sure. We need to find a ride into town. Then we can be out here again in the morning. If we are late, please start your search. You have my explicit permission." Ah what search?" the agent sounded. With the adrenalin rushing through my veins I could have easily ran up the steps three at a time with her in my arms. I set her down in her room and looked around. It was only the second time I had seen her room. The room was very clean, everything was in its place. I could smell strawberries in the air. She picked up a lighter that was conveniently lying next to two new candles and lit them. I suddenly realized that she must have been planning this for a long time. I held her in my arms and. Am I underdressed?" she teased as she moved to the table and sat down.Tyler gave Sean a what the hell confused look at the unexpected turn of events. The two men looked surprised at the sudden twist of affairs, the sudden assertive and aggressive nature of their guest. Maybe this girl wasn't what they thought she would be. It seemed that she wanted to take charge of them. Fine Tyler decided that he would play along with her. Tyler looked at Sean, who just looked right back at him and shrugged..