CGSociety

Each night after supper I walked back to the bunk house not quite as
tired as the night before. I had asked to walk back with the nymphs
through their route in the woods and on the way I would think of more
questions to ask them about themselves. Each time that I asked they
would tell me that I would have to do something for them in return for
an answer. It was a sensual massage or it was hair combing or a foot
rub. Other times and because we were not on the road they would stop
me on the trail and have me make love to them. One of them might steal
my clothes and run back to the bunk house which required me to make
the trek back and across the highway naked while the other three would
tickle, prod and/or seduced me for fun.

As the days moved forward the needs became even more personal. It was
a game. I'd dream up questions just so that they would require me to
do more and more and they of course knew exactly what I was up to. I
was such a willing slave. My addiction became doing things for ladies
that were just, for lack of a better term, sinful! I wanted them to
teach me how to pleasure them beyond imagination.