”“Mike, listen to me! What Jocelyn did was because of her, not you!”I took a deep breath, “I know, but still...”“Is Becky with you?”I lo...ked around and saw her sitting in a chair by the entrance.“Yes.”“What do you plan to do?”“I don’t know. I doubt they’ll let me see Jocelyn. Mr. Mills said she’s on a ventilator, and they pumped her stomach, and are giving her IV drugs.”“Mike, come home. You can’t do anything there. Becky can sleep in Liz’s room and we’ll deal with the Sheriff in the. “You don,t sound very British to me.” She commented on my very american midwestern accent. “No ma,am USA born and raised.” I replied. “ Of Course She had to know where I was from and why I was working in London so I explained about British wife Sarah and briefly how I ended up in London which she seemed genuinely interested in and finally it dawned on me that she was a well known American porn star I,d seen doing some very naughty things in various videos. As the others with her were chatting. Then, as instructed, she quickly unfastened her jacket and let it drop to the floor. Underneath she was wearing only her black high heels, stockings and her most frilly and feminine white bra and panties. And, around her neck: a leather collar with a leash trailing down her back–both in lavender. She shivered for a moment, covered in goosebumps, as she looked down at herself. Crazy, she thought. If I get caught… But, oh god, it was so exciting! She imagined Him, her unseen Master, standing. As he entered he saw the cook busy preparing the meal for Mrs. Cartwright dinner party, she was being assisted by four middle aged women who burst out laughing on seeing the sissy crawl into the kitchen.On hearing the other servants laughter, the cook turned round and saw the sissy, "Get Panties down to the basement girls, we haven't got time to waste with her."One of the middle aged women said, "Is that her name, Panties?" Yes," replied the cook. "madam's daughters gave her the name Now get.