‘Lift up your dress,’ he said. Perhaps he would just tease her. Trying to stop her hands from moving was useless. They lifted the hem around her ...waist, showing off a pair of black stockings with a matching suspender belt. She was thankfully wearing a decent pair of panties. ‘Take the dress off,’ he intensely spoke. ‘Please, don’t make me do this,’ she pleaded. Standing before a young stranger, in frilly underwear, she felt so much more vulnerable than if she were naked. Why did it seem so. There, we saw a $40 prize, but we didn't want to settle fer that, so we just ignored him. There wasn't anything else interesting in that saloon, so we moved on to the next one in line. That's where we ran into a spot of bother.We walked into a saloon what was so dim inside that I had trouble seeing where I was going fer a minute or so after coming out of the bright sun. My eyes was getting adjusted pretty fast, but not fast enough to prevent a dumb accident. I bumped into a gent at the bar just. Most of the curvaceous blonde’s golden brown skin was on display, thanks to the tiny black bikini she wore. The bottoms were a thong, which left little to the imagination. She could tell that from the furtively lustful looks she got from all the men who saw her, including Helen's husband, Kent. Amanda was more confident and outgoing than Helen (or just simply more of a slut, in Helen’s view), and seemed to enjoy the admiring looks she got from random men.Helen glanced over at Amanda’s rump, the. When we were around a quarter mile from the house I saw someone digging a hole in the ground and a chill ran down my spine, just a few says ago I was doing the exact same thing for Kira's family. I veered off away from Kira and went towards the digger. Before I came even close, I could see that there were bodies laying like lumps that were covered in old blankets. The top one was decorated with flowers. Shit.The gray haired lady had already stopped digging and was watching me.