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General Richter sat behind the green expanse of his new, highly polished desk and grinned with satisfaction. With his left hand he lovingly fingered the shiny brass buttons of his new Gestapo gray uniform … the uniform of a General in the Nazi Army. With his right hand he lovingly squeezed the growing, pulsating length of an enormous erection.
At last the world was his. He was a General … not just any General, of course, but a General in the German Army, the most powerful army in the world. The army that was going to rule the earth and all the people on it one day. The feeling of power … the thought of it was enough to add to his excitement and make his enormous prick throb with eagerness.
He had been waiting for this moment a long time … all his life it seemed. Today … a beautiful, bright sunshiny Monday morning he had taken over his rightful post … accepted the stripes and honors of a General in the Army of the Third Reich and the head of Concentration Camp Number Seven.
Number Seven … the words played through his mind with an almost magical quality. This place with its beautiful, glorious electrified barbed wire barriers was whispered about all through Germany … perhaps even throughout all of Europe. Most people had heard of Number Seven but few knew firsthand for a fact whether the place really existed.
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