There was a thirty-foot long, gloss, black-lacquered bar, and multi-level stage that looked like it was made for theater, with a band pit and elaborat...e lighting. The tables and booths were modern black and stainless with crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Janine led me through a door off the stage, just next to one with a guard. In the dressing room there were rows of connected makeup tables under long, lighted mirrors. Past the makeup area to the right was a locker room with showers. As I turned at the stairs landing I could see the other 4 were following close behind. We all entered my bedroom and I went to me drawer where the lube was kept. I tried to open and close it quickly by Damion stopped me. “Wait, wait. Hold up. What is this shit”? Damion began to toss my toys and assorted sex items onto my bed. Hoots and hollers rang up from the crowd. Lying on my bed was my big black dildo, my vibrator, nipple clamps, handcuffs, bondage rope, butt plugs and lube. “Fuck I knew. He grabbed my hips and flipped us so he was on top now. He held himself up on his arms and made sure not to crush me with his weight. He looked at me with a smile and kissed me. I looked up and asked him, “Do you have a condom?” He smiled and pulled one out of the night stand. He leaned on his side to put it on. Once he had it on he got back on top of me and pulled my legs up beside him. I was waiting tenderly for him to enter me. He placed his cock at the entrance of my pussy and looked me. At this point I’m thinking I don’t care what culture she’s from this is definitely beyond friendly. I stand behind her chair massaging her neck and shoulders and she leans back into me. Avoiding a potential embarrassing situation I step back just to have her lean back a little more. What happened next I’m kind of fuzzy on she tell me that she has a boyfriend and I naturally acknowledge, deflect and confuse. My response in such situations. I say, “That’s ok, I don’t mind. I don’t have one.”Which.