This led to a rather extensive email exchange of getting acquainted, and we also chatted quite a bit on google during the day and evening. During this...time, we began planning a shopping trip to Woodfield Mall (near where she lived) to find her some boots, my treat of course. At one point during our conversations she mentioned a leather mini-skirt she owned and that it was "fun". I remarked to her that it was probably a little much for a day time shopping trip and she concurred but said while. Ronda kissed her cheek, "it's okay Sweet P, just relax."Amy's new nickname was fine when they were alone, but it bothered her when Ronda would call her that in public, and as fate would have its own way, it had stuck, and now "everyone" called her by that name. Of course no one knew what the "P" stood for, and when asked, Ronda would just say, "ark, ark, ark, I yam what I yam," and let them draw their own conclusion."I love you, Sweet P," Ronda said as she brushed the hair from Amy's face.Amy. Thankfully he didn't try to kiss me again, though I knewthat I had to expect that when we got to his flat.Sure enough, as soon as entered his flat, which on first impressions,looked rather dowdy and uncared for, Simon took me in his arms again! Ilet him kiss me for a while before managing to escape by saying, "Ohdarling, let me see your flat first. I have been so looking forward toseeing where I will be living!" He took the hint and led me into thesmall living room, with a small television in. Then it came, a voice sissy knew all to well. Who's a naughty sissy then, standing there arms folded a stern look shooting across the room. Errrrrrr.Errrrrrrrr. Missssssssssstress sissy mumbled nervously, Mistress's knickers still in his mouth his hardness shrinking faster than a bad souffle.Mistress strode in to the room, sissy was fumbling in the chair trying to rise, Mistress in a soft but stern voice stay there, you bad bad boy, lets see what you have been up too, and in my lingerie too no.