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Joan-e was always in control... except for that night when the old sailor limped up to the stage to sign up for the bet drawing. The fact that he was old was obvious. The fact that he was– or had been– a sailor was revealed when his name was drawn for the spanking session. As usual, more than 23 potential participants came forward. Joan-e was standing at the table naked while an assistant wrote the person’s name on a slip of paper and added it to a large jar. After everyone had signed up, Joan-e would go up on stage and slowly draw names from the jar, reading each one aloud, until she reached 23. The assistant remained at the table to actually take the money for the bet from those who won the drawing. When the 23rd slip of paper was drawn, Joan-e called out loudly, “Sailor Sam,” and everyone in the club laughed. They laughed even louder when he held up his hand as he walked forward and said loudly, “I am what I am.” Joan-e– and everyone else– couldn’t help but notice that he had muscular arms and huge hands. When the laughter died down, he slut said loudly, “Why don’t we make it fifty dollars a man and everyone gets to fuck you if you lose?” “It would have to be one hundred and fifty for that to happen,” Joan-e replied rapidly, “but I don’t think the rest would agree to it.” She cringed slightly as there was a loud chorus of shouts saying “Yes, we would,” or words to that effect. Joan-e swallowed hard and looked around the club. She took a deep breath and then said, “OK, this one time. One hundred and fifty dollars each and if I break, you all get to fuck me.” This was definitely going to be a night where she didn’t break. She would be leaving with over three thousand dollars at the end of the evening. Or, at least, that was the plan. The twenty-one men and two women gathered in a group at the side of the stage to strip off. Part of Joan-e’s rules were orgasm that they had to remove their pants, dresses or whatever so that she lay over their naked legs. She instituted that rule after getting cut by something in a man’s pocket. When she was scratched rather badly by some stars on a denim blouse, she added the requirement that tops also had to come off. Some of the 23 bettors that night stripped down completely. Most stripped down to their underwear. One of the women stripped down to a very tight, black leather bikini bottom... so did one of the men. When Sailor Sam stepped out of his trousers, he left his right leg behind. A young woman who worked for the club ran up and handed him the pair of crutches he had pussy left with her. “I assume,” he said, “that you didn’t want me to leave my prosthetic leg in place. The harness would be very uncomfortable to lay across.” “No, that’s fine,” Joan-e said with a forced smile. She was starting to think that Sailor Sam was pulling something. She just couldn’t figure out for sure what it was. The first round of spankings was rather routine... at least for Joan-e. She made sure that she yelped or sexy whimpered for at least one of the swats in each of the clit 23 sets of five. It was too early for a gasp of passion to be believable. Normally it took around 50 swats for the pain to become pleasure-pain and 150 to 200 swats before the pain went from pleasure-pain to passion-pain. In any case, round one, despite some very accomplished spanking, was primarily acting on Joan-e’s part. The second round was a little different. “I look like a hooker," she protested. Sie wartete nicht auf eine Antwort. by being you regular clit brat self pussy to being downright irritating." It was hot that naughty coeds could make porn and have the school's administration sexy support slut them. One tiny hiccup was orgasm that Fred had not had his carry permit on him, it was in the car glovebox. My girl-dick throbbed in her mother's pussy. I thought I was just into girls, but... We believe that one to be the female native to desert lands.” I got a great big smile with that. Melissa pushed it all as far as she could. She knew instinctively that the more she protested her innocence and inexperience, the more he would want her to do it.