Hand the dress to him

You think about it carefully before unzipping your dress and stepping out of it, you don't think you would remember which way to go and you don't have anything to negotiate with. You neatly fold the dress and hand it to him.

He takes it off you and slowly circles you before he slaps you gently on your ass.

"Okay Little Puta, That way."

You go the way he points, the trail is tangled and dark, you would never have chosen it yourself, occasionally you come to an overgrown spot where he steps in front of you and holds some dense foliage out of your way the first time you thought he was behaving like a gentleman until he swatted your ass as you passed.

As you progressed wild thoughts would race through your head about what he could do to you, and knowing his eyes were on your thong clad ass was staring to turn you on enough to make your nipples erect you hoped he would not notice, but his hand had lingered the last time he swatted your ass, not long, but long enough for you to know he had noticed your arousal.

Distracted by these thoughts you don't see the root in the path and trip over it landing on all fours you hear his footsteps quicken.