She'd had enough of exploring, so we decided to head home. We walked hand-in-hand back to the car, enjoying being together on a gorgeous summer's day....We got into the elevator and headed down to the lowest level of the garage where we'd parked. I turned to face her, and wrapped my arms around her, running my hands up and down her back. We kissed and our tongues wrestled with each other. I moved my hands to her ass and squeezed her cheeks gently, pulling her into my body. My cock was stiffening. Carol had announced,in a conversational tone ,that she really wanted to "screw Bernie,(my ex), with a large ,pink strap-on cock,and that she wouldn't mind if I tagged along. No big deal you might think,except that this announcement was made in a crowded Mall food court.Heads were turned,eyebrows were raised,as was my cock,and to judge by her t-shirt,Bernie's nipples.Great. My enthusiasm for this idea knew no bounds,and it seemed that Bern had at least the same level of excitement,so we set up. She was wearing one of those peasant blouses that lets you show a lot of shoulder and chest. "Do they always card you?" I asked."Only the ones who don't know me. I've gotten in the habit of just handing them my license before they ask. They can't help that I look like a kid."Ned sat next to her, peered discreetly into her cleavage. He said, "Sylvia, nobody in his right mind would confuse you with a teenager. You just don't look the part."She smiled at Ned and gave him a little better view. "One. Pressure on my neck. The ring made a small sound. One hand came up, caressing the ring. Tip of my tongue briefly licking my upper lip.He came and gently took my hand. He put a leather cuff on it. Tight, but not overbearing. He put the other cuff on me. They felt like lead weights. I knew I was being compliant, that I should fight harder…but I was in that place again, that place where...…where I want to be…He silently walked behind me, seeming to understand that I needed the silence. To feel.