”He was watching me closely, watching his new sissy property debasing himself in public.“I take it you are wearing male underpants or boxers today...sissy?”“Boxers Master”“Walk to the toilets, carrying your lovely new panties by your side, hanging from your fingers. Walk nice and slowly sissy, we want as many people to notice as possible. Change into your new panties, and then return here, carrying your boxers”I knew I had no choice. I had confessed to craving public humiliation, and understood. Mistress Monica's car was not there where she had dropped me off. My mind was having a hard time registering what was happening. I stepped off the curb and looked up the street towards the border crossing. Just checking through the crossing wasMistress Monica. My god, I couldn't believe it. She had left me in Mexico.Not knowing what else to do, I started running toward the border. In my drunken state combined with my high heels and tight dress, I had taken no more than 4 or 5 steps when I. “Are you telling me you two talked about this beforehand?”“We did,” admitted her mother.“When?” asked Harper again. “The way we planned this it was supposed to be a surprise for him. You didn’t have time to have that conversation before we went to the studio. I was there. You two did not go off and have a little talk.”Now I was the one sitting there like a bump on a log while the two women in my life discussed me.“Remember when I went running yesterday?” asked Hannah. She got a nod from Harper.. .. Claudette fooled Ted not at all, so his disgruntled, "I should hope not!" was a prime piece of acting. But again, he'd won the point. After a moment's counterfeit petulance, he pursued things, "So, how often did you two kiss in private? Did you do any French kissing? In public, you guys seemed to be limited to close-mouthed pecks..."Under pressure, Claudette began to see that she hadn't managed Rob well. "Well, no..." No, you didn't kiss, or no, you didn't French?" Um, we kissed,.