I’m sure you’ll be able to. Now come on. I think the girls are wondering where I went off to.’ Eric got up and led Alan out into the den area. I... was a hot August night, and Alan unbuttoned his shirt. Eric was only in shorts. He went into the kitchen as Alan sat down. Suddenly, there was a commotion in the kitchen. It sounded like a pot hit the floor. Jennifer then flew into the den and ran to Alan. Alan could not believe his eyes. Jennifer was wearing the sheerest nightie that he had ever. When she was younger and clubbing was something she took for granted she'd not given it much thought. You expected the gut-shaking, floor-trembling, but still so crystal-clear sounds of a nightclub to do better service to the tracks you'd downloaded off the internet than your stereo system at home. Whatever the manufacturers of sound cards and speakers claimed, nothing could compare with the real deal: especially at the hundred decibel mark. There was also nothing that any amount of technology. She certainly wasn't a new comer to sex of any sort and on more than one occasion had entertained a number at one time and that wasn't when she had started on a professional work choice. At school, because she was very attractive had accommodated many of the senior boys in the school; she certainly knew what was being asked and she knew what she was told was correct, the sitting member held the seat by only a small number of votes and to obtain a bulk vote could push her over the line. She gave. Although the lighting was almost as bad as at the Hood & Noose, she could see at least a dozen girls, some younger than herself, chained to the blood-spattered walls. In one corner a man was being whipped by three teens while two men took turns violating the bottom of a very attractive blonde who was tied across a leather-covered saw horse."This is so boring," the supervisor yawned as they watched a hostess wrap a woman's breasts with piano wire. "Nothing creative, just the same old stuff," he.