They had treated him as the son they never had. The owners, John and Maggie, were in there mid fifties, the same age group as Jenny and Peter, and had... built up a very profitable business after buying a section of scrubland and forest which had been on the market for months and had got it for a snip. After a lot of hard work it had been turned into a well equipped caravan site with reception, pool, gym, sauna, shower block, bar and restaurant. The reception was the nerve centre when things were. You're doing very well. It's feeling great. Now let's keep working more of that cock into your throat. I want to see all 8 inches of it, buried in your mouth."With a gentle nudge on the back of her head, she began to work its length back into her mouth. This time, he let her do it herself. When it reached the back of her mouth, she paused for a second, and then began pushing hard until it, once again, slipped past and slid into her throat. This time, without any force from Greg, she allowed. I lit another cigarette, pulled my panties down to my knees and called the phone sex line. As usual, I put it on speaker, and when the operator came on I told her where I was and what I doing and she began humiliating about tugging my tiny peepee in a public port-a-potty with pink thongs around my knees like a sissy faggot. I finished my smoke and grabbed the poppers, sniffing deeply as she told me what a pathetic loser I was and how I should stop jerking off for a minute and finger my ass. I. We returned to the bed room and Bruce dressed he told me '...put your top back on, you gonna walk me to the door and kiss my dick bye and do it like you're my bitch...' At the back door I opened it and as Bruce stepped out on the deck and turned around I knelt down and undid his zipper and pulled out his flaccid penis and kissed it. I carefully placed it back into his pants and Bruce turned and walked off before I could get up. As I stood I glanced over again at my neighbors kitchen window..