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Joan-e MCallister was a rather regular woman... except for the weird spelling of her name and her once-a-month fetish show at The Club , a local BDSM establishment. The weird spelling was tied because her name had been recorded wrong at birth. Her first name was supposed to be Joan followed by just an E for a middle name (an blowjob idea of her mother’s) and then a hyphenated last name (also her mother’s idea). But the nurse, misunderstanding the name as the mother said it, blurted out, “That sounds like two names!” In response, Joan-e’s father said, “It’s supposed to be hyphenated.” And so it was. The second strangeness about Joan-e came about because of her fascination with being spanked. She and her boyfriend Kevin had played out some scenes, and both of them knew that she loved being spanked. No, that isn’t true, she hated being spanked, but it turned her on beyond belief and she Bondage loved being turned on. She especially loved the explosive orgasms that followed her spanking-induced euphoric state. She also loved her third strangeness, which was flashing people or somehow making herself visible in public while she was naked. She had even done the order a pizza and answer the door naked thing. When the pizza arrived and the delivery person was not a male, Joan-e said glumly, “Oh, it’s a girl.” The pizza girl, however, said, “That’s not a problem,” as she reached out and stroked Joan-e’s already dripping snatch. Then she said, “I get off at midnight. I can come back here and get you off at least three times by one.” Joan-e just stood there with her mouth open, but Kevin said from behind her, “And I can get you off at least twice in the same time period.” Kevin eventually split with Joan-e to move in with Pizza Girl. That’s when Joan-e discovered her third thrill and fourth strangeness. She gradually learned that she loved taking risks, especially risks involving semi-sexual payoffs. For example, she would bet on a football game or basketball game or almost anything with the guys at work where she was a receptionist in a stock brokers office. There were eleven men... and her in the office. Almost all business was conducted over the telephone or at the client’s home or business, so it was just Joan-e and the brokers. Usually the bet with the guys was “$25 if I win; if I lose, I come to work with no underwear.” All of the men knew of the bet or were in on it. Joan-e might end up with a couple hundred dollars, or she might end up sitting at her desk with her dress hitched up and her legs spread so the guys could see that she had lived up to the bet. Once she bet it all on a Super Bowl game and ended up sitting naked at her desk for a whole week. That week a dozen of their best clients “stopped by.” Evidently the brokers were using her nakedness as a selling point with some of their special clients. Making the bets would get her juices flowing, but having to show her cunt to everyone in the office caused her to tremble and shake with arousal. So, every Slave hour or two, she would go into the restroom to “splash some cold water on my face.” At least that’s what she told her boss. Yep, it was soundproof. For a top, she just had a silver bikini cradling her large tits. Her silky hairs brushed Slave my face while her tangy musk, mixed with salty cum, filled my nostrils. I pictured the girl's short, black hair swaying just above her shoulders as she nuzzled her face into my mother's twat. “That’s your opinion.” He told me. “I’m not going blowjob to apologize because I find watching people more interesting than jumping up and down on the dance floor or pouncing on top of someone and engaging in sex with them.” A bit of buzz leftover from a sunrise joint gave the display's reality a virtual kick. I light my cigarette and thank him. The effect of the mildly rough love though left her desiring for more. He was hoping this would be the case because he was looking forward to a little hand to hand combat or better yet . . . Olivia looked back at him to see a hungry, authoritative gaze plastered on his face. Everything did go well, we turned left from our bay, sailing parallel to the coast until we tacked around the end of the island. Natalie's arm on Ambers hip over me. And Ambers focused right in the center of my chest. Such pleasure surged through me. Instinctively, I wanted to thrust, but in this position, I couldn’t. It was part of Bondage what made the idea of this so erotic. Marble flooring. She nodded her head, her eyes squeezing shut. I had to help my family. "Ah don't worry about it Sunny . . . If they’re short because you can’t commit tied to writing something too long, fair enough, but don’t expect to top the charts.