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Finally after almost a Latina year, Joan-e approached the club management with a proposition for a one-girl show. Well, it wasn’t one girl. It was Joan-e and twenty-three men. She called it “23 and Me.” The Club received no cash and didn’t directly handle the betting, so it was on the russian gray side of legal– which a lot of activity at the club also was. The setup was this. Twenty-three men each bet $25.00 that they could break anal Joan-e. Each man got twenty swats. There was a drawing to determine who went first and each man delivered five swats at a time. If she broke before the fourth round of men finished, the man who broke her got to fuck her on stage like David used to. As with her bets with David, if she orgasmed, the man got to fuck her in the ass. Almost always, the 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 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 German consolation prize for being such indian 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 teen 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. "Yes, General. Almost like watching a porno flick, she was getting just as aroused as Emily . . . Thank you, Daddy. “Hey there ass clown. Michael fucked her for 10 minutes, giving her two of the best orgasms of her life. Shoot your cum all over me, Henry." I thought about russian it for only a few seconds before responding with, “Okay, let me know when you’re ready and I’ll give it a try, but we’ll German have to wash up first . . . “You girls just can’t help yourselves, can you?” I said with a laugh. Since being on top of Lori, watching Sir pleasure her, while feeling her lick and play with me, I think that’s my fantasy for indian today. But I couldn't, I couldn't say one thing or I'd get arrested again and lose the money they gave me. This bitch is a born buttslut!” He said jamming his cock in balls Latina deep and pausing for a second to watch her tits jiggle. I remember hearing that a dog’s sense of smell is so much better teen than a human’s. Being a anal male, he probably smelled my pussy and couldn’t help himself! "Yes, what do you want?"