So I pushed a CD into the player and the music came on. Then they started to ask me loads of questions. Was I married? Why did I take sweets? Did I go...to any Raves? Why did I give Ploy some Sweets?“Well girls, I’m divorced now and live alone and I used to like taking ecstacy when I went to the Fetish clubs in London with my wife...”“What’s a fetish club? You mean like a rave”?“No Avril, they are ... well ... adult sex clubs ... swingers and stuff. People dress up in leather or rubber gear at. “Told you.”Extracting his cock from his briefs, she gently worked it, the foreskin sliding up and down over his bulbous cock head as she stroked. Her other hand, delving further, found his balls, which she cradled in her palm and lightly massaged. He moaned softly and smiled, pushing his underwear down so she had better access to his package.He nipped at her earlobe with his teeth, and then whispered, “come over to the bed with me.”Awkwardly, he stepped out of the trousers that were bunched. 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 directed the new arrivals towards a large metal building 100 yards or so from. She began with my thighs swinging from above her head to maximize the blows. It didn't hurt like I knew my belt would but there was an intense stinging sensation wherever she landed her blows.Again she worked her way around my raging erection hitting my legs, my stomach, even my chest causing my nipples to ache as badly as my cock. I wanted to yell out for her to let me cum but the thought of the ball gag kept me quiet.My cock was still oozing copious amounts of precum keeping my shaft soaked.