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Sex With My Stripper Wife At A Men's Club
I thought I would never get remarried. My ex was such a prude. She wouldn’t even do anal. Tessa, on the other hand, possesses many qualities I prefer.
The face of an angel, the ass of a seasoned stripper. She loves girls, licks ass, and most importantly; loves anal. I’ve known her most of my life.
I realize you can’t turn a Ho into a housewife. However, I put a new twist on the saying. My job is to turn this nympho into my hot wife.
Its lunchtime. I’m leaving a morning meeting at our corporate headquarters in Bethesda, MD. You see, I’m a Senior Account Executive for Sprint PCS, a national wireless carrier. I’ve been squirming for the last 30 minutes anxious to leave and get my lunchtime fix.
I’m headed up 95 north to west Baltimore. I’ve got a new hookup for cocaine. I give the little homie $125. A hundred for 5 vials of coke and he keeps the change for his heroin fix.
I drop the homie off at his burnt-out rowhouse. I stay for a few minutes to grind up the coke. Take a couple of bumps and wrap up the rest in a dollar bill. There is a heroin epidemic in Baltimore. I’m unaffected because my drug of choice is cocaine.
Time to meet the Wife. I head to the mafia-controlled strip joints in downtown Baltimore. I do take a moment to ride by the Inner…
