“Watch the deer through the monocular, Padre,” I said quietly as Yolanda patiently waited for everything to line up to her satisfaction.She pulled...the trigger, chambered another round, and fired again four seconds later. I heard Father O’Shea gasp and I looked at Yolanda with a raised eyebrow.“Fresh venison for the table,” Tom said with a grin.Yolanda put her rifle back in the scabbard and closed it up. Grinning broadly, she nudged Tom and they rode off to field dress and pack the deer, telling. But that was silly, she decided. Dumb animals didn't have the capacity for emotions such as jealousy.She reached down and spread her cunt folds open. The three male wolves rumbled and yelped. Their black nostrils flared, and the angry red knobs of their stiff pricks flared, too, as if those meaty slabs were inhaling her aroma. At the sight of all that throbbing cockmeat, Karen whimpered with desire--and made up her mind.She drew her tight blouse off over her head, then unfastened her short. We pulled apart and Lena glanced first at my cleavage and then down at my legs. My skirt had ridden up exposing my patterned stocking tops. She traced a finger over the silk design and said,"Don't you think I'm wet enough without you wearing stuff like this?"I said,"That's not all, look." I pulled back my skirt even further to let her see the red triangle of my lacy knickers. Lena dipped her head slightly and pressed her lips to my tits while sliding her hand up to the gusset of my panties. She. As much as it pains me to say, I have now gotten very good at make-up.Alicia no longer has to help me and I can make my face look like that ofa feminine serving girl with ease. I no longer struggle in high heels, infact I wear them so much more than other shoes that it feels strange thefew times I'm not wearing them. As well as this, I am not allowed to cutmy hair anymore, they intend to grow it out and then take me to a salon.I must wear a wig at all times as my hair is still short, but I am.