.." Jay shrugged, leaving it at that."And here I pictured you taking it down with one shot, and coming home with it already wrapped in waxed paper," L...e tried to joke.Jay smiled, "Hunting is not that ... neat. It's heavy as a..." Jay shrugged. "Even field dressed, it's still heavy. But it's small, young, I'd guess. If not, I'd never been able to carry it. As it was, I had to stop several times." Is that what took so long?" Yeah," Jay smiled, "among other things." He wasn't going to explain how. I didn't even think it would work but I went over to the curtain levers and pulled them all until the curtain behind her started going up. I really thought by then she would just notice right away because of all the fuss she was making about her dress and that she would've turned around and unpulled her dress from the curtain but she didn't notice at all until the curtain was already going halfway up and lifting her dress up her legs.Everyone started laughing. My mom tried to take a step away. Ysabela was far from uneducated. She was just the oldest of her sisters, and being in the States she could make enough money to live here as well as send money home and put back a bit of savings. Dad paid her well for her position. She didn't mind me sitting in the kitchen talking with her, even at first. After a while she treated me like her little sister. She had a sister my age back home, so I was a convenient substitute in a lot of ways.None of this would have happened but for her abilities. The wild gardener had pulled Ana's hips away from the window. Her hands now were against the glass supporting her, as she leaned over. Her tits were dangling straight down. As the older Latin man humped her from behind, he moved his hands down her sides, grabbing her round boobs. Ana’s head was hanging down and I saw she had a helpless, pleading look on her face. I just sat there, with a hard on, watching her being ravaged. Eventually, Anita stopped struggling and just took it.Pedro suddenly.