Boy, was the preacher pissed. He even cursed! Jamie cried. She knew she could not go back to her Christian University in a few weeks so she was goi...g to have to stay there, and they would have to tell the church. She would have to go forward and ask for forgiveness and there would be church meetings on topic and gossip would be all over. I called Jaime mid-week and told her to meet me mid week at a nearby hotel.I took her in and she opened her purse, and began to take out the collar and. Dimly aware of Gemma looking at me with a concerned expression on her face, I pushed my food and drink to one side, pillowed my head on the table and started to shake and sob uncontrollably. She let me be for a few moments; then I felt an arm round my shoulders and a hand stroking my hair. She raised me up, walked me over to the big settee in the living room, and arranged us so that she was sitting at one end and I was lying with my upper body cradled in her arms, my head resting in the hollow. M. on the Saturday, Angela still hadn't returned from our neighbour's house where she had been for a couple of hours and Harry was due round any time. Finally, she came home, went straight upstairs and then came back down, smiling. "I've been next door with Alice, and we've been chatting and drinking wine," she told me. "She was telling me all about the surprise Christmas present she has bought her husband," she continued. Before I got the chance to ask what his surprise was, Harry knocked on. I neverthought I would turn anyone's head ever again but I turned hers.She chose me.Mistress Jamie. 5'8", immaculate brows over brightly intelligent eyes,perfect teeth. Slim and graceful. Her voice somewhat on the nasal sidebut believably female. She passes nearly perfectly. A fixture of thelocal BDSM scene far before she began transitioning, popular and well-liked. I thought she was out of my league.She chose me.I could hardly believe it when she flirted with me. I had just returnedto the.