Something similar to what I use as a carry on when I fly.Do you got it Mistress asks the clerk. Right in the bag. Does he know the clerk asks Mistres....I haven’t told him yet. Thought I would wait for you Mistress replied.The clerk set the bag down and walked over to me. She reached down and grabbed hold of my chastity cage. How’s it feel she asks me. I look at her. Not sure how to answer or if I was even allowed to speak. She saw the hesitation in my demeanor. She reaches up to her neck and. “Hello, Cody.”Cody looked up. “Hello, Max. Have a seat.”“Thanks, Cody. This is my wife, Marylou. Marylou, this is Cody,” Max said.“Nice to meet you,” Marylou said.Cody said, “Pleased to meet you.”Max held out a chair for his wife. She took a seat while thanking him for the courtesy he had shown her. He sat down next to her and took her hand in his.“I couldn’t remember if I paid my bar bill last night,” Max said.“You didn’t,” Cody said. “None of us did. John over there covered it for us.”“John?”. I didn’t want to stare. But I thought about the tattoo and her that night. I dreamt of kissing along the tattoo, not knowing that soon I would actually be doing it. I never thought I’d ever get to, but from that night on I knew Lover was very sexy, mysterious, and more approachable then I had thought. Seeing the cute tattoo on her foot, I knew that she had to be cool, a girl that was a little edgy and not necessarily always one to play by the rules. Yet knowing this seemed to make me even more. It was a little awkward with him being so big and tall with my wife being so short and small. Then there was the contrast of their color of their skin as their lips met. Len’s face so coal black and my wife’s face so pale white.Their tongues started dancing in each others mouth. It was getting hotter and I was getting hotter watching my older wife being kissed by a younger black man.Len then lifted my wife up and placed her on the trunk of his car. To my pleasure my wife responded by opening.