” I didn’t even laugh. In fact, I didn’t say anything, I just sipped the beer. As I put the bottle on the table, I caught the seriousness in his... eye. “If I only someone could help me out.” he mumbled. He was scared, my heart was in my throat. I quickly grabbed the beer and had another sip with a shaky hand. I placed the beer methodically back on the table, but slid my hand over to his bulge and dropped to my knees rather than go back to my seat. He nervously gazed at me, before slugging back. "Sam, I am not sure I am ready for anal just yet," says Bill to Sam, as he is licking and rimming his ass hole to his increasing pleasure and restfulness. "That does feel good," says Bill."I think you are ready Bill, I will be gentle, and once we start you will enjoy me inside you, I promise," says Sam, he sucks Bill's balls and spreads his ass cheeks for easier access. "You have a beautiful tight ass Bill; I will make sure you are well lubed and loose before I fuck you."Bill is anxious but. This went on for two songs with me still completely nude on the stage. As the second song ended, there must have been several hundred dollars on the dance floor which Shelia began to pick up. As I left the stage, a man in his late 60 was standing there, took my hand and escorted me to the back room. I never even considered saying no. Since Bob wanted me to let all the men enjoy me, why shouldn’t I. He didn’t seem to want me anymore, anyway.The man took me to a room with a curtain across the. But maybe he has a loathsome disease. But he’s married so he’s probably clean. Maybe he’s an axe murderer. That’s ridiculous. He’s obviously well educated. It’s still dangerous. But I might not get another chance. On and on, back and forth. Finally I opened my mouth and the words fell out: ‘Since you’re here all alone tonight maybe you’d like to have your cock sucked.’ There, I said it. I won the argument. Or did I lose it? With a dismissive motion of his hand he said ‘naaah, I’m good.’ I was.