 Allsion jennyheart hopped out of the cab and gave a jennyheart little jennyheart shiver while looking at the jennyheart imposing industrial building that housed the Inferno Club. With jennyheart only a single door with a jennyheart small painted sign to indicate jennyheart its location, this wasn't the jennyheart kind of place jennyheart the Better jennyheart Business Bureau jennyheart would put jennyheart in its brochure on places to jennyheart visit. Wrapping jennyheart her mink fur a little jennyheart closer jennyheart around her slim voluptuous frame, Allison took a deep breath, and with a small prayer to God, she opened the heavy black door and went jennyheart inside. Just inside the door was jennyheart a small vestibule with jennyheart a coat check room and huge bouncer type who collected her invitation and ushered jennyheart her into the main room jennyheart of the Inferno Club, where immediately her eyes were bombarded with a cacophony jennyheart of lights and blaring rock jennyheart music. The room was huge, maybe a football field long and jennyheart almost as wide , so there was plenty of room to move around in. When her eyes finally became accustomed to jennyheart the flashing lights, Allison was stunned at jennyheart what she saw. Many jennyheart of the patrons jennyheart were dressed in bizarre costumes that accentuated their most intimate jennyheart body parts. "Holy smokes," she said out jennyheart loud, "what in the hell have I got jennyheart myself into," as she jennyheart witnessed a young jennyheart lithe female being jennyheart impaled on the cock jennyheart of a free gigantic black man while another woman sat on a folding chair sucking jennyheart off any jennyheart and all comers jennyheart. Shaking her head jennyheart in dismay, she pulled the small photo of Hans Strecker from her pocket and commenced looking jennyheart for her quarry.
 Allison's jennyheart legs were like rubber, and as she slid into a chair to regain her senses, she screamed in pain as the chair seat contacted her freshly beaten jennyheart ass. "Oh my jennyheart, god," she moaned as turned on jennyheart her jennyheart side, "it jennyheart hurts jennyheart so bad jennyheart, what am jennyheart I going to do.?." She was about to struggle into her dress, when a deep male voice offered, "Please allow me, fraulein," and Hans jennyheart Strecker took the dress jennyheart from Allison's shaking hands and slipped it over her head. "Y jennyheart-you really hurt me," Allison said jennyheart softly while rubbing her bottom, "I won't be able to sit down for a week." The evil looking German jennyheart smiled wanly and replied, "But you have such a jennyheart spankable bottom, my dear, now please jennyheart, allow me to drive you home."
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