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 pussy 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.” 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 japan in a group at the side of the stage to strip off. Part of Joan-e’s rules were that they had to remove their pants, dresses or asian whatever so that she lay over their naked legs. She japanese 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. teen A young woman who worked for the club ran up and handed him the pair of crutches he had left with her. “I assume,” he said, “that you didn’t want me to leave my prosthetic leg in place. “So, tell me my darling, why did you want to go out to dinner with me?” We got to Gail’s club first and there were twenty girls around the building looking lost, I sent Betty over to them to talk, and ask about their problems, she looked back and said yes. “That’s what it is.” Just teen a taste and then you go on your way.” Chapter 2 One Sunday last summer Jon was watching a F1 Grand Prix. This feels like pussy a dream, so unreal. Jessica was quickly hissing and softly moaning as he sniffed, mouthed and licked her. I gasped as she undulated her hips, her asshole sliding and stirring around my girl-dick. I shuddered as she sucked on my urethra. He had no idea where she was going with asian everything, but sat on the edge of the bed still, as she japanese kissed his chest. “Yes, Mom. Do something risqué every once in a while." John stood back to admire his work. With my japan nose smashed into the older boy's pubic hair, I felt the flesh tube expand at my lips, and the first load of ball juice rushed through the length of cock. This rush of naughty, incestuous delight surged through me. He buried hard in my pussy, his dick stirring me up. The rumbling of Justin's baritone sent a shudder through my body.