I tucked them in my pocket, and went back to eating. One of the mall security people came in walking fast, he stopped to speak briefly with one of the...managers and they disappeared down the short hall to the restrooms. A moment later the manager came out and made a quick phone call. I thought that this might get interesting. I told Jill to get herself something to drink and come back. She'd just returned with a large cup of soda when two policemen ran into the food court. The mall cop. Severely, if the need should arise.I waited, rather tense, expecting to hear, at any moment, the order, “Get your arse up girl. You’re going to get a nice big cock up you.” But it didn’t come. Instead, Malik took down my collar and chain from where they hung on the wall.The cold iron of the collar went round my neck and was locked on. Automatically I raised my wrists and these were locked to the collar, one on each side. There is no possibility of any slave-girl ever escaping and these collars. So big, in fact, the band did not even take up the whole stage at all. There was plenty of room to move around.My girlfriend and I found our way to the bar and ordered drinks. We were actually enjoying ourselves, even though this was different for us. We sat at the stool and enjoyed our drinks. After finishing them, my girlfriend took me by the hand and lead me down to the dance floor. I was not a dancer, never had been, but I joined her and tried to act like I was doing something. Five minutes. We were met with loud moans that for a moment caused me concern until I realized they were moans of pleasure. My eyes were met by the sight of my step-mother’s nude buxom form being orally serviced by my biological sister, Sarah. “Oh yes,” she moaned, “yes my daughter, that’s it.” I looked at my sister’s nude body, the roundness of her ass and the fullness of her breasts and realized for the first time how mature she was these days. “My Lady,” called the servant as she too began to disrobe. .