“Perfect,” Sam said as he positioned Joan-e over it. Joan-e had never been trained not to cum. XXX Fourth round, twenty-third spanker; five swats left; Sailor Sam stopped to lightly rub Joan-e’s flaming ass. As with her bets with David, if she orgasmed, the man got to fuck her in the ass. There was no doubt that on the four hundred and fifty-ninth swat that evening, Joan-e orgasmed. She was moaning quietly by the time he finished his fifth swat… She called it “23 and Me.”The Club received no cash and didn’t directly handle the betting, so it was on the gray side of legal– which a lot of activity at the club also was. Once, she even let it go past four hundred and fifty-five, just to see how long she could actually go without orgasming.
