As previously written, the last day of camp was a time where all the boundaries between people were removed. At one point during the evening, Patti an...d I found ourselves spread out on a spread out sleeping bag on the floor of cabin 10. We started with the usual hugging and kissing. As poison ivy was not an issue this year, I had no qualms about things progressing further. Patti, on the other hand, did. Her justification for retarding the physical extension of our relationship: cultural. At this point he could see the whole rest room, and if he was quick enough he could see the teacher hike up her dress or skirt, and then pull down her panties and sit down on the toilet. Being out of the main hall, he could even pull his dick out and get in enough strokes to get off. There was something about watching one of your teachers pull up her dress and drop her panties that really turned Mark on! When she finally finished her business, Mark had plenty of time to get up and be far away. Not another old guy I was working for... His face came closer. I was frozen, stock still. Closer, so I could see each large pore of his smoothly shaven seventy year old face. His arm was around me, his hand on my shoulder, I should have been revolted. I wondered why I wasn’t? Was I weird?I was suddenly terrified, I had goose bumps on my legs, my face was hot, my breath was short. This couldn’t be happening, I told myself. Ron is a good guy, and would never try and take advantage of me.Then why. Ted was already done so I now had to wait for our next encounter together. It was a week later when we had our next encounter. This time Ted had me get undressed and crawl up on the bed. He had me push my face down onto the sheets while I had my ass upward into the air. He kissed and licked on it for several minutes when I felt the sting of his first slap. He smacked me very hard as I yelped out loudly. I felt smack after smack as my body had now become extremely aroused. Moisture was now.