As she rode the elevator on the way up to Jameson's office she thought, and not for the first time, about that stupid fucking radioactive spider that ...ad bitten Peter. Why in the hell couldn't that bite have done something for Peter's pee-pee. She giggled at that, it was so small that she couldn't even call it a dick. What good was it having all that strength and endurance if all you could bring to the bedroom was a three inch pee-pee no bigger around than a cocktail sausage. God what a mess. I heard lots of laughter this time. I knew now there was quite an audience watching me outside of my cage. I was really humiliated now, wet and my body smelt of stale urine. I could not move or do a thing about it nor clean or wipe myself.I heard footsteps and further laughter receding off into the house. I was indeed now just an animal in a cage left alone wet and miserable. I was getting cramped in the confines of the cage. I could not move much. If I tried to move my legs or ease the. He could not get enough of seeing her face, a mask of unbridled passion, her pussy stretched to accommodate the huge black pole of a cock. How could he ever compete? He delighted in the erotic film. He knew instinctively that she would become a black cock connoisseur. That she would 'give it up' to any black man who wanted her. There was no going back. He wanted Emily to be happy.She appeared to be in a sexual trance. He normally would have taken her panties off but this time he was too far. We started to spend many weekends at a cheap hotel in Hannover drinking in the bars eating at street fast food stands and visiting the red light area.It was a very erotic thing, we were always treated as royalty we were a young horny couple and wherever we visited we were always welcomed by staff and customers and often invited to join people and we relished in the attention.Often when we visited we would see people we had had fun with previously, either in a bar booth, in a cinema, in cubicle.