"How many were you thinking?" you ask. I clear my throat and look down at the floor, twisting my hands together. "I knew it was up there, just wasn't ...ure exactly how many." I choose a safe answer, instead of producing an exact number, though, my answer wouldn't be far from yours and most likely would not make a difference.. You smile and ask me how I would like to take my punishment. You are still testing me right now, seeing just how far I will go and how much I really "need" and "want". She changed her grip from a cradle to a grasp, pushing the rubbery tip between her full, luscious lips. Her tongue probed the underside and lashed at the smooth hardness, her breath sounding like a stiff wind roaring through her nostrils. The intercom on her desk buzzed, startling them both. The voice came through the speaker. “They’re waiting for you on thirty-two,” it said. She released him, inhaled and replied. “On my way.” Giving a last, loving lick and a kiss to the rubbery head of his. "He said, "It shouldn't be a problem. We'll keep an eye out." Thanks. See you later."We had a delightful meal. The Lodge was the place to eat and, even in the middle of the week in the summer, was busy. It had a good reputation and deserved it. We piled back in the RV and returned to camp and pulled into our parking place. We hooked back up and went to our beds soon after returning.Karen and I made love gently and then, holding each other, drifted off to sleep. In the morning, Karen stood in. His hand rested on the back of her head, guiding her mouth up and down his cock. Mommy and Daddy took seats next to each other and I sat down across from them. Mommy rested her head on Daddy’s shoulder and it made me smile, they were so cute together. I heard a groan and looked up to see the man cumming in the back, his girlfriend or wife slurping down his cum eagerly. My pussy was still sore from Daddy’s pounding this morning but watching the woman eat the man’s cum made my pussy clench..