Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. XXX Then he would pound into her cunt while she screamed and wailed beneath him. 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. Joan-e lay collapsed over his lap as he opened it and squirted a generous glob between her flaming asscheeks. David immediately excused himself to go talk to the stage manager. A good friend of his was a member and had gotten them a VIP visitors pass. Almost always, the night ended with Joan-e walking out of the club with a very sore ass and $575.00. That week a dozen of their best clients “stopped by.” Evidently the brokers were using her nakedness as a selling point with some of
