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 whimpered for at least one of the swats in each of the 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 Bhabhi different. One of the women hit very hard, and every swat was exactly in the middle where Joan-e’s asscheeks met her legs. If her legs were a little wider apart, the woman would have been spanking her slit. The way it was, each spank shot through her like an electric spark that somehow originated from her cunt. One of the men was hitting so that only his fingers, and not the palm of his hand, was striking her ass. It felt different. She wasn’t sure whether or not it hurt her more, but she was pretty sure that he would have a swollen hand in the morning. Sailor Sam was again the desi last to spank. For some reason, he sat india very still before he began to spank. Then he slowly pushed her farther and farther out on his lap. Suddenly she could feel the end of his stump rubbing her pussy. He was able to move indian it so it rubbed from the base of her slit all the way to the top. In fact, he seemed to be able to hold it exactly under her clit as he spanked. She was moaning quietly bengali by the time he finished his fifth swat... and she wasn’t acting. Before he let her go, he leaned down close to her and whispered softly, “You will cum like a banshee on the fourth round.” Maybe if he hadn’t said that... or perhaps maybe if Joan-e didn’t think so much about it as the other twenty-two contestants smacked her ass... maybe, just maybe, she would have been able to get through the entire four rounds of spanking. The way it was, she nearly lost control at the end of the third round as Sailor Sam’s stump again rubbed and bounced against her clit with each of his five swats. This time, before he let her up, he whispered in her ear, “Next round, fourth swat, you explode.” Have you ever tried not to cum? Some really submissive sluts can put off their orgasm like a well-trained dog balancing a dog biscuit on the top of their nose. Then the Master says “Cum,” and they explode. Joan-e had never been trained not to cum. She wasn’t a submissive slut, she was a pain slut... specifically she was a spank slut and Sailor Sam was uniquely equipped to simultaneously drive both the spank side and the slut side of that well over the edge. Fourth round, twenty-third spanker; five swats left; Sailor Sam stopped to lightly rub Joan-e’s flaming ass. “I’m going to count them down backwards,” he whispered in her ear and then he slammed his huge, calloused hand hard into her left asscheek. “Four,” he said loudly. The audience was confused, but not Joan-e. She knew exactly what he meant and was visibly shaking with fear and with pre-orgasmic tremors. “Three” he said even more loudly with the next slap. Joan-e responded with a loud grunt through her clenched teeth. Her hands had risen off the floor and were out homemade in front of her like Superman flying through the sky. Let me pay the bill, and I’ll show you where I live.” I saw Sandra working a dildo in and out of Jesse. Chad almost chortled when his wife said Samantha was still innocent about sex. “Yes!” I snarled as I reveled in the pleasure. Kamala then bent over and asked Muthusamy to fuck her. She was such a naughty lady. “No fun, just happy you can cook.” We thanked him, india dried ourselves and went inside. "You know what you're doing." We shake hands and he says as he is leaving, “Ever make it to DC and we can go have a beer and a cigar together,” smiling the whole time. “Ooh, don't be such a bully to her, desi Kurt,” Rosemary said. Martin let out a gasp, resting his hands on his daughter's legs as she squeezed his member, before she finally fished it out. Bhabhi I reach into my backpack and pull out the little beautifully wrapped box and hand it to her. Wow. Lily's swelling mound, now flush red and dripping warm nectar, rocking and grinding against Carna's powerful thigh, the pressure sending blissful pulses through her body and making her shiver. “Yes, Abigail! Thanks but no thanks Buddy, I don't bend that way. Before they began to seductively walk towards the statue of Vestus. I had emptied my bladder entirely, at which point Lacy had begun suckling intently at my cock, not removing it from its home deep in her esophagus. It just seemed like I was talking to another adult not my niece. But instead, she bengali leaned over and began sucking, bobbing and stroking on my hard, flooding penis. Goodbye! I like you very much. “Then you took your pants off too!” He whimpered and gasped, voice breathy as he inched his ass up and down her cock as indian slow as he dared, feeling every ridge and vein of her cock as he rode her with his thick bubbly ass. Margaret's brown, homemade shit covered, shit stuffed body, lay forward slumped, twitching a seizing in a sort of retarded episode of detached psychosis. He took me to the squash court and asked me how many people were watching us.