Lady Marmalade is pounded out and women are jumping up from their seats to shimmy and pout on the dance floor. Men are clapping and laughing their app...roval, calling out encouragement at the women. More shimmying. I drink my coffee and talk more with the London couple. Jeff approaches me and pulls me despite my ardent resistance to the dance floor. I feel that ‘Hey Big Spender’ is too voluptuous a song to be danced with one’s boss, but I manage to make many arms outstretched moves to put some. “Outside here. I live around the corner.” She gives me a shy smile and I can tell she’s very happy at this turn of events.I scoot out of the shop before my façade of cool can shatter with the force of my thudding heart.The evening goes very well. I take her to a wine bar which might as well be the Hilton, for all she knows, being a young small-town girl who has never been anywhere else (she tells me all this over a pina colada and a blue lagoon – I’m on the margaritas). She is eighteen, left. She has other ideas though. "Don't Move." she growls into my ear before nibbling her way down my earlobe and neck. It's so hard not to move, not to squirm but I do my best. As her mouth teases my throat the hand that was on my hips starts to let up the pressure. I give one small buck of my hips causing her to tighten her grip and growl a reminder in my ear to be a good girl. I realize she's never taken me like this before. I've always been her slut, but it's always been more intimate than. Two of them crawled all over her breasts. Penny continued to protest and make inner screams of agony. What is that I cant hear you, lets open that mouth. The 5th spider crawled upto her mouth and with suprising strength opened it with its legs. Penny summoned all the will she could and suppressed her scream. Dr Claw became angry and the spider went into her mouth and travaled down her throat. She screamed rapidly but none of them escaped her mouth. Dr Claw sighed and all the spiders came back.