I was afraid that somebody might have seen me at this position. I was wondering what that was. I thought I had masturbated last night and kept my shor... open. Anyway I got up from the bed and quickly had my short and went to bathroom and was ready at the breakfast table Everything seemed to be common and was relieved of my fear that somebody might have seen me naked. I talked to everybody and went to my room and was busy with my studies then came Roma and started talking to me, we had some. Max raised his hands from behind his back and smeared lake mud down my front, covering my tits and stomach. It was muck from the bottom, and its slippery brown streaks covered my naked front. “Very dirty,” he smirked.Not to be outdone, I reached down and grabbed a handful of lake goo as Max ran, splashing out through the lily pads. “Catch me if you can,” he shouted as he made his getaway. I hurled the gunk at him, splattering his back as he turned away. He bent down to scoop up more muck and I. I struggled to hold back the yelps and squeals that desperately fought to escape my tightly closed lips. I didn’t want to make it any more obvious that someone was spanking my ass for the pure fun of it. “Oh!” His hand fell again and again, the deep burning approached intolerable. “Aaaah!” I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Oooww!” The heavy swats came faster, quickly increasing the sweet, but searing pain, leaving me squirming and weak and aching for more. Wave after wave of pleasure surged. My texts always started out playful, I would ask, “What are you wearing?” And she would reply obediently. She loved texting me before a drunken night on the town, and this night was no different. “A red dress, with black heels” was her response. She always kept it reserved at first. Sober, her conscience always kept her from misbehaving. It was only after a handful of shots that she gave into my will. Only after I spent time laying the groundwork, making sure her panties were wet that she.