They godown to the strip joints and juice bars hiding theirhard-on’s as they fork over their money to the dancers.They talk about wanting to fuc... the dancers but ask themif they’d like their wife or girlfriend to be a dancerand they’ll start putting the dancers down.That’s bullshit!I’m proud to be married to a very successful stripper.My wife dances topless in a rather upscale “Gentleman’sClub”, then dances nude at stag parties. Quite often shehas. Animal magnetism. It drips out of her pores.She just exudes sex. I thought I was a pretty cool customer until our first date. She got my number early and pushed all my buttons. I was teaching her to play pool and she hip checked me. My loins began to ache. By the end of the date I was talking to myself to keep from saying something stupid or acting foolish. I was hypnotized. A couple of months into the relationship she told me that she had been molested by her grandfather. He had also molested. As soon as she nodded though, she received a hard smack to the side of her face. This was not like the tap some girls receive during rough sex. Her vision went white and she nearly fell over from the force; she was only held up by the other bouncer. Her face started to swell and a hand print appeared immediately.She whimpered in pain for a moment before bursting out into tears. "God, shut her up," the other bouncer groaned."Clive, you still got that rope in your bag?" the first bouncer. So I was supposed to drop her home during the late night.I have Yamaha r15 bike, yep the best bike for lovers. I used to apply break intentionally so that I could feel her soft melons. Even she didn’t mind about it. I think even she was enjoying it, as never objected it or say anything about it.One night after dropping her I reached home at 11:45.I messaged her to talk about the next day’s schedule. Next day, Hema didn’t come to college. I was worried because there was a lot of work to do. I.