The rest of the day Chelsea spent in the garden. Every time her mind wandered she would see her mother sucking her father’s cock while their driver ...was pounder her. Her words were so graphic. Her conservative mother was really a cock slut.It was several days later when Chelsea was walking back and forth between the back garden and the sitting room. Walter appeared. “What is wrong Miss Chelsea?” he asked, smirking. “I am so bored” Chelsea said “nothing ever happens here”. Of course that was a. Bob added excitedly, “Absolutely! Except when you go to dump the tanks and discover the hose wasn’t properly connected, then SPLAAATTT.”A chorus of “Eeeww’s” and an “I DONE THAT man,” threatened to derail the serious side of the debate altogether.I thought Greg was going to bust a gut because Bob had everyone so bamboozled with his bullshit.The laughter may have been louder than all of the arguments! Everyone was having fun. I discovered that fellow RV’ers were like extended family. Most of. Is that understood?”“Yes sir,” I whispered.“Thirdly, we are both adults and I see this as a possible prelude to your submission to me in other ways. It has to be you submitting as I will not force my will upon you. I won’t you to submit to my sexual needs when you want to and this will play much better on your discipline. In other words though you still will be spanked and humiliated you won’t find it as bad if you agree to submit to anything I desire of you. Once you submit then you are my. I couldn’t believe that I was able to touch these boys all over their bodies, and I was bringing them pleasure at the same time. I quietly asked them to turn around, and I could barely get the words out. They both turned around lightning quick, and their cocks were still at full attention. I lathered up my hands, and worked my way all around, teasing them completely, always coming near, but never touching their cocks. They were moaning with disappointment at my lack of attention to their cocks..