Amelia felt the cool mud sliding down toward her feet inside the black rubber Hunter thigh waders,as she wiggled her legs the mud crept ever nearer down her jodphur clad thighs.This distracted her from her bound wrists,which were tied off behind her up to a rafter in the stables.The anticipation of feeling the mud finally filling the waders made her tingle with anticipation.Especially as her friend Georgia laughing at pouring more mud into each,'now thats what i call filling yer boots',she joked.