" Our bungalow had wooden slates forwindows around the bedroom area. Looking up at her, Carol's attentionwas adrift and looking out toward the moonlit...night. Just then shestarted to ask questions."Baby, what are you?" she asked."A cuckold." I responded"Louder baby," I insisted"A cuckold." I responded louder"Why are you a cuckold?" Because I have a small penis," I responded"What do I need?" Big cock." Louder." You need a big cock lover." I intoned"Cucky, if a bull approached you, you would tell. Then I nibbled on her earlobe as I placed her napkin in her lap. She shivered and smiled up at me while I poured her a glass of wine. The meal was better than I had expected and while we were sipping our wine Vicky looked at me with this strange look in her eyes. And she began to speak. “David I do not know what came over me or why I did what I did, don’t get me wrong I love sex. Not only that I have a psychological condition that drives me to have sex, I am a Nymphomaniac. I am also a bit of a. I took out my drink and took a gulp as I watched a old guy walk past fully clothed staring at me.I layed on my front and used my bag as a pillow and settled down in the sun out the wind.As I lay there my cock throbbed under my weight and I couldn't help but slowly grind it into my towel.a few more men some naked walked past now and again.i felt so horny as I spotted them ogling me as they walked past. the old man that walked past first came up behind me and I could feel his eyes on me as he. " Aren't you afraid of getting a baby?" I don't worry about anything with him. If he gives me a baby, I won't question his right to do so. I'm only a slave and he's my master." Momma's always told us the only man a woman should sleep with is her husband and only after she's lawfully married to him." Momma should practice what she preaches." What do you mean?" I mean I saw my master take Momma as his slave." What? I don't believe you." I don't care if you don't believe me. When I saw Momma.