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I never knew why I was attracted to her in the first place. My name's Jim, and I'm talking about my wife, Kiki. She was no more than a whore, and I knew it from the beginning. The first time I met her, I was at a bachelor party for one of my friends. Somebody said there was a stripper on the way, and we were eager to see her. I was shocked when she came in; she was gorgeous. About 5'5", short-cropped black hair, and a beautiful face. She wore a short, tight skirt and stockings, a satin blouse and high heels. She had a man with her-a big man-that looked like a thug; her protector, obviously. He stood silently against a far wall.

   Someone started the music and she danced, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and removing it. She had big, luscious, ripe breasts, bulging out of a skimpy bra, and she squeezed them and even held them up and kissed them as she danced. The skirt was next, and she now danced in a thong and thigh-high stockings. She had outstanding legs, and she was a beautiful sight. She discarded the bra, and her full breasts swayed, and she put her hands behind her head, thrusting her breasts into the faces of the spectators.

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