I put my hand behind his head and pushed his face against mine. “Hey what am I, your butler?”, I complained, but they completely ignored me and proceeded to shed their clothes. At the same time Lazlo did the same. “Open your mouth, I want to see your faggot tongue sticking out”, Adrian commanded. Adrian meanwhile never stopped, and was still going strong. The camp was truly ran-down, in perfect gypsy style, hygiene levels were low since the camp wasn’t connected to the water mains or the power grid, people were laying around like strays animals, living in conditions of utmost filth. He was wearing some baggy track suit bottoms, cheap worn out white sneakers, and a t-shirt which was two sizes too large. I resumed licking the beer from Adrian flat stomach up to his chest, stopping only a moment to stick my tongue into his belly button. “From now on you are going to suck my prick every day, understood bitch?”
I nodded again.
