I left the store and went to the side of the building. I normally park on this side as there is less traffic. It's further away but the danger of gett...ing a door dinged is less I think. I also always back my truck into the parking stall so that when I leave, I need not check the rear window, I can just drive out. Imagine my delight when I see that she has parked beside me, nose in. She has the back door of her SUV up and is bent over putting her groceries into the vehicle. Of course I am. A giant crate sat about ten metres away from the cage. This giant crate, I knew, contained the big hairy spiders. Wayne stood near his daughter. Near his feet was white nylon rope."I'm going to lock this cage now," he said. "Before we proceed with your punishment and release the spiders, do you have anything you want to tell to me?" I'm thirsty," said Erika. "Can I have a glass of red cordial?"Wayne paused for a moment. "Okay, whatever you want." He disappeared into the kitchen.I had two. Today, I was completely lacking that control, and I had no idea how I would explain away the musky smell and why I’d have to change every hour. There was only one thing.It felt wrong to masturbate in a stranger’s home. I leaned back against the tiles and closed my eyes, trying to forget where I was. My fingers found the hard nub easily and started to coax it from its sheath, and easy task. I tried to think of John, my on-and-off lover, and his thick cock, but the image of Brittany, peeing, then. " And their insatiable demands only accounts for EIGHT of the nineteen. Two even died in training - one choked unattended on a deep gag in her cage, which is inexcusable in itself and the other just ... died. 'Just died' is not good enough!" He turned to the doctor. "Did you get the results of the autopsy yet?"The doctor nodded grimly. "Shock-induced myocardial infarction aggravated by lethal doses of sensory and consciousness-enhancing drugs, Stephen. Someone had been vivisecting her and had.