The right side of the room was clearly already occupied so Jason began unpacking on the empty side. He had yet to meet his roommate and he hoped that ...hey would get along. After finally getting everything unpacked and squared away, Jason was sweating and decided to try out the floor’s shower room. He peeled off the damp t-shirt and shed his shorts and boxers, throwing a towel around his waist. Jason threw open his door and walked straight into Ashley, his sexy blonde RA.Jason bounced off of her. The place was packed with wild people drunk and half naked so we fit right in. They led us to what was supposed to be our cabin, but ended up being this giant tepee in the middle of the place we thought was just for decoration. We decided to leave most of our belongings in the vehicles and grab only our swimsuits and water shoes. We all changed together in the big open tepee with our door flap between us and the mob. The guys were obviously turned on by us all naked in front of each other by. I had known Mrs. Isaacs my entire life. She was a neighborhood mom, my mother’s longtime friend, rival, and occasional sworn-enemy. She was about 5 years younger than my mother, and most egregiously (at least from my mother’s perspective,) she was prettier, taller, thinner, and blonder than my mother as well. Under such close quarters, the lives of our two families had been inexorably intertwined every step of the way. Both my sisters (but not me) had counterparts in Mrs. Isaacs’s family,. "WAM. The paddle lands forcefully on the bound teacher's ass. "Owwww. I changed into the clothes you gave me in the restroom. "WAM. "Who told you had permission to go to the restroom to change." Owww. I just thought... "WAM. "That is the point. You are not to think." Sorry Ms. Simon," babbled Mary. Her ass was on fire and her legs were aching and cramping.Mary went on with the story. It took about 45 minutes during which time her ass was paddled about 40 times. She was reduced to a babbling.