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Mark and Lola walked over to the models break section over the far right of their private beach to choose a place to bury Mark. There was one umbrella in the centre of the area which was bigger than the ones around it and would create most of the shade for the area. Lola suggested to Mark to bury him so his head was next to the base of the largest umbrella and it’d make it easier to cover it with one of the upturned mesh buckets without the risk of him being discovere. Mark agreed saying it was less likely the buckets around the base of the centre umbrella would be moved as they only reason they would be is if anyone wanted to roll a mat out to sunbathe which they obviously wouldn’t do under the largest umbrella. Now it was decided where they were going to bury Mark, Lola ran to the small shed beside the hotel which had things such as lilos, inflatable rings, shovels and pretty much anything else you would need to have a good time at the beach. She grabbed two shovels but fully intended for Mark to do most the work as after all she was the one missing out on a great night partying for him. They decided to bury Mark at an angle to help his blood flow so his feet would be further underground than his chest. Mark dug a 6 foot long hole (his exact height) and it got deeper going towards his feet and by the time it reached his feet, it was about 8-10 inches deep.
Mark laid down in the hole to get comfy and asked Lola to start burying him up to his neck and use extra sand to make it more compact meaning there was less chance he’d be found by rummaging feet. Before she started burying him tho Lola couldn’t pass up the opportunity to give Mark a quick trample which she hadn’t actually done yet other than the time she stepped up onto his legs while he was inside the couch for the first time. She launched herself landing both feet onto Marks stomach knocking all the wind out of him and then started doing tuck jumps on his stomach making him cough eventually. As soon as he did she stopped immediately and glared into his eyes, she angrily marched up his body resting all her weight on his neck making it harder for him to breathe and stomped on his face hard with each foot angrily saying ‘you better not cough or even make a single sound tomorrow because if you’re discovered I’ll be in just as much trouble as you!’ This is the first time Mark had seen Lola be so sincere and angry towards him but he knew she was right, the other girls would be smart enough to realise someone would have had to bury him if he gets discovered and they’d both have to take the fall which neither of them wanted.
Lola instantly chirped up again almost as if she was possessed for the past few seconds as she stepped off his throat back onto his chest and back to her mischievous self said ‘hmmmm what should your punishment be just to make sure it doesn’t happen tomorrow;)’ a smirk then formed across her face as she said ‘ah I know start licking! Hehe’ as she hovered her left foot over marks mouth insinuating she wanted him to lick all the sand off her feet. Lola obviously knew this wasn’t actually a punishment for Mark and he’d even enjoy it but she’d still manage to enjoy it 10x more. It took Mark over 10 minutes to lick her feet completely clean as whenever hed finish one, she’d ‘accidentally’ slip planting her foot back onto the sand which would stick even more with loads of sticky saliva on her foot meaning Mark would have to do it again. Eventually Lola said ‘right I better start burying you as it’s getting late and we don’t want to risk the girls getting back early and seeing you if any of them come out for a late night smoke or soak in the water’.
Lola picked up the shovel and started refilling the hole using the excess sand they’d just dug up and started filling at marks feet. Refilling the hole was a lot quicker than digging it but to be fair it was now mostly full with a 6’0 110kg unit of a man. It only took Lola about five minutes to gill up to his stomach and to her pressure she kept getting to jump on him after she’d piled more sand on in order to compact it and make sure he couldn’t be felt. Whilst Lola was filling in around Marks belly button, she heard someone call her name from the hotel. She looked up to see Carla (marks girlfriend) standing by the back door of the hotel obviously trying not find her. Lola knew Carla wouldn’t be able to see her from the well lit back door of the hotel on the pitch black beach as she’d need to come down onto the beach to allow her eyes to adjust to see her. The hotel was higher from sea level than the beach and is situated on a small but steep hill meaning the sandy path form the hotel onto the beach was winding, meaning Lola had about 15 seconds from the moment Carla stepped out the door until she was on the beach and would most likely be able to see her. Lola knew she didn’t want Carla to see Mark and didn’t want her to see her with the shovel either. Thinking fast, she chucked the mesh bucket over marks head not really thinking anything of it, then she laid the shovel down marks body with the handle on his chest and the tip of the shovel resting in his bellybutton. She then slid one of the sunbathing mats over his body and she pushed 1 end of it up against the bucket covering his head so he couldn’t be seen at all and it ran down his body ending at his ankles which didn’t matter as his feet were already covered with compact sand. Luckily the mat was wider than the hole as well so you literally couldn’t tell Mark was under it with a shovel ontop of him with the bottom of it already digging into his bellybutton just by looking at it. Praising herself for her quick thinking, Lola stood up on the mat and looked out to the sandy path to see Carla about half way to the beach. She walked around the part of Mark that was covered my the shovel and not sand realising that the mat was thick enough and you couldn’t feel Mark or the shovel, but whilst the shovel made a good enough support beam if you will, the mat sank at the bits where his arms were as it wasn’t level with the rest of the mat. Lola wasn’t even thinking about the pain the shovel must be causing Mark and sat down on the mat right where is stomach was putting all her weight on the base of the shovel, causing it to dig into his stomach with excruciating force. She was sat with her feet towards marks head meaning when he looked through the side of the bucket he was face to face with Lolas toes as she quickly whispered to him ‘lift your arms and keep them up against the bottom of the mat to keep it even, well just hope Carla doesn’t step on them as she’s the one you don’t want to feel you and shes much heavier than me.’
Lola then laid down to give the impression she’d been asleep on the mat or had been stargazing. This meant instead of being flat on the mat, the soles of her feet were now resting on the side of the bucket covering marks head as bits of sand were coming off her feet and falling through the holes onto his face. Mark then had the sudden realisation, the rim of the bucket was now resting on his neck (adams apple to be precise) and not his upper chest which is what was supposed to happen when he was buried in the sand as his shoulders would have also then been able to take some of the weight if someone were to sit or stand on the bucket. Mark then heard Carla call ‘Lola you out here!?’ and although he hoped Lola had realised his predicament he had a feeling she hadn’t and his fears were instantly realised when she called back ‘yeah over here!’...
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