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It’s never perfectly dark in Niagara. Grasping the iron rail, I look out over the falls while he digs my tits out of my strapless satin cocktail dress. All night, I worried it was too low-cut. I worried my boobs would pop out if I bent too far forward, throwing the dice. Now this guy fiddles and fondles, and finally squeezes my girls together. He gets my nipples between his fingers and presses them with sharp little nails. My breath leaps in my chest and I stifle a squeal. There aren’t many people milling around outside the casino at two in the morning, but no sense in drawing undue attention.

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