I started to rub her hip with my left hand. "Let's just go to bed," Katie stammered, "I'm tired." I continued to film her as I reached around and cu...ped her left breast in my hand. Her nipple was hard enough to cut diamonds. I held the camera down and kissed her back. "What are you doing?" She demanded. "I'm trying to turn you on," moving closer to her. "I can't get turned on with you filming me! Let's turn it off and go to bed, besides I've started my period!" I reached down and pulled. “He” was a Mexican woman tied tightly and gagged enough that I’m surprised she could breathe. Her horse was tied to a tree so she couldn’t escape. I cut her loose and left her with the horses while I checked on the men. Once again, the dogs had taken care of them for me.I was surprised that the Mexican woman was still there when I returned to the horses. I had brought our vaquero along just in case she was still there. The men had killed her husband, taken over their claim, and kept her. Ana stopped and turned toward the men, who were looking at her tight body with hungry eyes. She asked them if they liked what they saw. They hooted and barked some more and one said that she was the best bitch he had seen all night. I knew Anita really loved that word “bitch”…Suddenly, Anita dropped her purse on the ground and she turned to bend at the waist to get it. This caused her skirt to ride up and expose her ass cheeks and the thin cotton thong that barely covered them. Her little show. Thurd told me how you like to play new instruments," Mr. Proilet said."Yes?"My music teacher walked into the instrument closet and found an instrument case, coming back into the room and handing it to me. "Here's something from the marching band. It fingers like a trumpet and reads trombone music. We got a few over the summer. Would you like to give it a try?"I shrugged, never having touched the instrument. "I'd like to add another instrument to my repertoire!" I grinned.I opened the case and.