"They meet every Friday down here. They're usually gone by 11:30 or so, midnight at the latest. Do you play chess?" Me?" I laughed. "I know how the pi...ces move, but I'm not any good." Me neither," Edward chuckled and he had his hand in the small of my back, guiding me up the stairs. "David likes to play, and some of the others, but from what I understand he's quite good. He'll try to talk you into a game one of these days, he always does." Well, he'd be disappointed with me, I think," I said. "Hmmm, well, that's good, isn't it?"The younger man didn't reply."I thought you said you wanted me to determine when you come? Have you changed your mind about that?" No. I mean, not exactly," came the reply."You told me that you wanted to submit to my control over your orgasms. Remember?" I know, but," the young man hesitated."But now it's getting harder to submit. Am I correct?" Yes," the young man replied. "I mean---I do want to submit to you like that, but it's been a long time since I last. Excitedly, all wanted to hear my first sexual experience. So I began telling of the swinger parties and watching the events from the family room hidden behind the curtains over the door. I recounted one woman performing fellatio on my Dad while a second was licking her pussy with gusto. I had watched in amazement, touching myself at the same time, before I saw someone coming and hurriedly ran to my bedroom. Once there, I masturbated wildly even with my sister, Ashley, 6 years my younger in the. I stood there watching as dozens of men with dark skin exited the craft. As they walked past me I snapped a few pictures. They all seemed to be speaking different languages.I spoke to a few of them who walked past, "How long was the trip?" "Are you glad to be here?" general questions like that.They were not very impressed by my presence and gave me vague simple answers, but most of them seemed to understand English.Other brown men who had not been on the boat showed up to greet them. They.