As with her bets with David, if she orgasmed, the man got to fuck her in the ass. Almost always, the japan night ended with Joan-e walking out of the club with a very sore ass and $575.00. Occasionally, she would scream out, “Uncle! Uncle! I can’t take any more!” and the lucky man would flip her over and drop her onto the stage like David used to. Then he would pound into her cunt while she screamed and wailed beneath him. Some people thought she was screaming in pain. Others thought it was japanese passion. The reality was that it was a little of both plus some showmanship to keep things interesting. Once or twice, she faked an orgasm during the spanking and was fucked in the ass. No one caught on that, when that happened, she was always over the lap of the least-endowed man among the twenty-three. Most of the time, the four hundred and sixty swats would complete and she would give a big bow to the audience in the club. That was always followed by an even deeper bow facing the back wall so that the people at the tables could appreciate her swollen, red and purple, and almost bleeding rear end. Then, as she left the stage, she would select one of the men– or women– to take home with her. She would always tell them that it was a consolation threesome prize for being such a good spanker, but the reality was that she was so horny from being spanked that she needed someone or something to relieve her distress or she would explode. 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 Groupsex reached 23. The assistant remained at the table to actually take the money for the bet doggy style 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 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.” I guess we’re just going to pretend that what I doggy style walked into is Groupsex completely normal. "I am not one that stares at people." Said Jenna, here eyes wide. No more disappointments. He was logged on with another member, and they’d just pleasured each other. “And a dress like the one he is wearing is perfect for maids.” She twirled her hand a couple threesome japan times. “Yes, Mom,” the girl said. She couldn't do that! My power fetish was thoroughly entrenched when I realized that my dick could literally japanese change their brain chemistry. Your meat. Second, you've been a pleasant fantasy of mine since before I met Chloe, remember, I knew you first?” For the first time, in a time of many firsts, he felt compelled to give everything he could. My everything."