None of these men suffered from performance anxiety. It was impersonal sex just hop on and hop off without any care for my pleasure just theirs. Even ...though they were indifferent to my pleasure I had more than my fair share. This went on for hours.The last man had the kind of cock that was difficult to take without a lot of lube. I bite down hard on my ball gag as my asshole stretched wide to accommodate his girth. My eyes were closed shut behind the blindfold.Then he began to piston in and out. I’m going to get to see those little tits, I thought. Janie stayed also.Stacey put her cards down. Two kings and no help. I put down my aces. Janie had three fours. Stacey slowly unhooked her bra and dropped it by me. Her little tits were on display. Pointy nipples stood proudly erect. My dick was starting to grow and I had to lose my pants. This could get embarrassing. I opened my pants and pushed them down my legs to the cheers of the girls. My hard cock threatening to peek out the opening. I. I get so nervous when I'm out." I stammered not understanding why I was telling her so much."Would you like me to walk you the rest of the way through the park?" She offered."Um, I uh,...I think...I will be fine, but thank you though." I would be careful though Baby....you'll never know what might cross your path. I don't think you even know how dangerous this park really is this late at night." I know...I usually would drive...I will hurry and get home...thank you." 'Why can't I stop talking. I picked a club, put on a nice pair of slacks and a dress shirt, pocketed some benjamins and headed out.On entering the club, I was a little taken aback by the metal detector, throng of "managers" at the door, and the dark interior. That was overridden shortly, however, by the introduction of a waitress named Kristine, who I would come to know and love. On this visit, Kristine showed me to a comfortable booth with a nice view of the ground floor and main stage, but I could see that there was.