At the end of the first Covid lockdown in 2020, I was able to start meeting up with friends again. I had a group of mates who all lived in a flat in a swanky development in central London. The development was right next to the River Thames, with 24-hour security and a concierge. Best of all, my mate’s flat was great for having parties. I was having a BBQ with them one day when they mentioned someone was moving out, and they asked if I wanted to move in with them. After having spent the previous lockdown either living by myself or with my parent’s neighbour, Gary, who had made Sissy Ami his sexual plaything I jumped at their offer.
As much as I loved dressing up and pretending to be a girl, none of my friends knew about my sissy alter ego, and I intended to keep it that way. As such, when I moved into the central London flat, I had to throw out all my outfits, lingerie and toys. I had decided that whilst I was living with friends again, I wanted to try having a normal relationship with a girl the same age as me, entering her mid-twenties.
Soon enough, I met a girl called Becky. She was a junior doctor, and I thought she was exactly the sort of girl I should be dating. We clicked almost immediately and always had a great time hanging out together. After a couple of dates, we ended up having sex together. Becky was the first girl I had slept with in over two and a half years. I had gotten so used to sucking off and getting fucked by other men that when I first shagged Becky, it felt so unfamiliar. I would be lying if I said it didn’t feel good when we slept together, but I was never as satisfied as when I used to get fucked as Sissy Ami.
Becky’s work as a junior doctor meant that she worked long hours, often at night, which meant I had ample time to myself. Soon enough, I found my way back onto Reddit, where I used to spend my night looking at sissy captions or videos of other sissies getting fucked by big dicks. When my flatmates were out, I used to grab a carrot from the fridge, wrap a condom around it and fuck my ass with it whilst watching porn, pretending to be the girl. I had fallen back into old habits very easily.
I had the realisation one night, lying in bed unfulfilled after Becky and I had had sex, that going out with her wasn’t right for me. I couldn’t tell her about my desire to be Sissy Ami for fear she would be repulsed and tell all my friends. The next morning, I broke up with her. She didn’t take it particularly well. However, I knew, in the long run, her going out with me would not have been a good idea.
After the breakup was done, it felt like a massive weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I had tried a normal heterosexual relationship and realised it wasn’t for me. I finally knew and I had chosen my place in life. I was a sissy slut, and I would do my best to service and relieve the stress of horny men.
As relieved and as great as it was to know what I finally wanted sexually, I was still ashamed of being a sissy crossdresser. I knew I couldn’t let my flatmates find out about Ami. So, I would have to keep that part of my life a secret. I got into the habit of exercising early every morning, focusing on toning my body and ass. I also went back onto a strict diet to get skinny again. For the next month or two, any opportunity I got, I was fingering my ass and tugging on my little clitty, imagining getting fucked.
One evening, I was lying in bed and found myself online, flicking through a well-known women’s clothing site. I found myself on the lingerie and sexy outfits page and came across a sexy schoolgirl outfit. This outfit consisted of a white cropped blouse that tied around the waist, a tartan pink micro skirt that had built-in suspenders, a pair of white stockings and a matching white lace thong. I had always fantasised about being a naughty schoolgirl getting disciplined, and something about this outfit just spoke to me. I could feel my clitty getting hard just looking at the outfit, so I ordered it to be delivered in the next few days. That night, I also ordered some makeup and razors to be delivered as well.
A few days later, I received an email from my flat block’s concierge to say I had received a parcel. Almost immediately, I caught the lift down to the bottom of the building and went into the concierge’s office. As you entered the office, there were a few sofas on the right where people could sit and wait, and on the left was a high wooden desk that the concierges would sit behind. The desk was about chest height and was solid wood to the ground. When I moved into the flat, I had become friendly with a few of the concierge staff, and the slender lady who sat behind the desk that day was a mid-forties black Jamaican woman called Tanisha. We exchanged pleasantries before I told her I had a parcel to collect. Tanisha got off her chair and walked to the mailroom. She was in good shape for a woman in her mid-forties, on this day, she was wearing a black knee-length skirt with tights on underneath.
As Tanisha came back to the desk, parcel in hand, she commented, “So I can only find one parcel addressed to your flat.” She waved the parcel. “But this brand is where I buy my makeup from. Are you sure it’s yours?”
Thinking quickly, I responded, “Oh, I didn’t know they did women’s makeup. I bought some shampoo and shower gel from there the other day.”
Tanisha seemed to buy my little white lie and handed over the parcel. I signed for it and went back upstairs into my flat. One of my flatmates was home that day too, so I went straight into my bedroom and closed the door before I tore open the parcel. In it lay some razors, moisturiser, foundation, bright pink lipstick, fake eyelashes and also eye shadow. I had never used fake lashes before, so I was super excited to try them out. Unfortunately, due to not being home alone, I hid all my goodies at the bottom of one of my drawers.
The next day, I received another email from the concierge saying a parcel had arrived. Knowing this one must have been my slutty schoolgirl outfit, I almost ran down to the concierge’s office in excitement. Tanisha sat behind the desk again and went to collect my parcel. As she was coming back, I saw the bright pink parcel and the quizzical look on her face. It was obvious the parcel was for women’s clothes.
I could hear the judgement in her Jamaican accent as she asked, “Are you sure this is for you?”
I could feel my face going red. Embarrassed, I said the only thing that came to mind, “Yep, I ordered something for a fancy-dress party.”
Unconvinced, Tanisha handed over the parcel to me. I grabbed it and darted to leave the concierge’s office, all the while feeling her staring at the back of my head in confusion as to why a guy had ordered something from a woman’s clothing brand. Back in my bedroom of the flat, I tore the parcel open to reveal the pink tartan slutty schoolgirl outfit. The outfit was even sexier in person. I could feel my little clitty go rock-hard in excitement. Unfortunately, two of the guys I lived with were also at home that day, so I couldn’t try it on. I put the slutty schoolgirl’s outfit in the bottom of my drawer next to the makeup that had arrived the day before.
Thankfully, the next day, all my housemates were in the office, and I was working from the flat. As I got out of bed and headed to the shower, I dipped into the drawer I had hidden all my goodies in and grabbed the razor. I set to work in the shower to shave off all my body hair. I paid particular care not to cause any nicks as I shaved around my clitty, balls and asshole. After shaving, I stood in the shower, scrubbing my body. My hands were groping my ass, and I slipped a finger into my hole. It felt amazing massaging my ass pussy with the hot water dripping down on me. It took every ounce of self-control not to jack off and cum stood there, but I wanted to save myself for later.
Back in my bedroom, I towelled off and moisturised my now completely hairless body. The moisturiser was still soaking in, so I sat down at my desk naked and switched on my work laptop to begin the day.
About an hour into the day, I hit a lull. So, I dug into the drawer again, this time pulling out the white lace thong. I stepped into it and felt a thrill as I pulled it up, and it nestled into my ass crack and enveloped my little clitty. I hadn’t worn stockings in months, so I grabbed those next. I loved how they felt on my hairless legs and how aroused I got when I wore stockings. I stepped into the pink tartan micro skirt and pulled on the white cropped blouse. My little clitty was poking out the top of the thong in excitement, so I had to distract myself for a bit by doing a bit more work in the schoolgirl’s outfit.
Finally, my clitty went limp again so I tucked myself back in and pranced over to the big mirror that was in the hallway of the flat. With my long hair, shaved body and in the schoolgirl’s outfit I looked like a complete slut. I turned around to see the bottom of my perky ass poking out underneath the hem of the tartan pink micro skirt. I wanted to get some photos to share online, so I did a photoshoot with my phone’s camera. I took a few full-frontal pics; you could barely see my erect tiny clitty underneath the skirt. I took a few more of my ass bent over on all fours, and in my excitement, I pulled the thong to the side to reveal my hairless asshole and clitty to the mirror and camera, making sure to get some good shots on the camera.
I had gotten all the photos I needed, so I got back up and stared at the slutty schoolgirl looking back at me in the mirror. I couldn’t resist the urge anymore, so I reached down and started tugging on my little erection. Almost instantaneously, I could feel myself starting to cum. With my spare hand, I cupped it in front of my clitty to collect all my cum. I began shooting streams into my hand and caught most of it there. Not wanting to leave any evidence when I finished cumming, I brought my cupped hand to my mouth and slurped up my sissy juices. Ahhh, I had missed the bitter, slightly salty taste of semen. Making sure to hide any evidence, I got back on all fours and licked up the cum that had missed my hand and had been shot onto the hallway floor.
The rest of the day passed pretty uneventfully, and by the time my flatmates got home in the evening, I was back in my boy clothes. I lay in bed that night and set up a new Grindr profile. Over the next few days, I would periodically receive dick pics from horny men, and I would send them back pics of the slutty sissy schoolgirl.
I struck up a conversation with one of the better-looking cocks that had messaged me, who turned out to be called Will. We spoke on and off for a few days about our past experiences. From what I could see on the app, he only lived 300 metres away from me. One Saturday morning, he messaged, telling me to come over that evening. As much as I wanted to get fucked by him, I hadn’t bought a douche yet, so I was only keen to suck his cock. I went back to him with an excuse saying I only sucked dick on a first date, which he was still keen for. My flatmates were going out for the evening to watch the football, and they were planning on going to a party afterwards, so I figured I had the perfect opportunity to get ready for my sissy date.
As soon as they left, I showered and shaved myself smooth again. I towelled myself off and moisturised my body again. As it was soaking in, I applied my makeup, including my new fake eyelashes. I had never used fake lashes before, and I thought they made my eyes pop with the eye shadow I had also applied.
By the time I got back into my bedroom, I had received another message from Will. “How long you are going be, Ami? This dick isn’t going to suck itself.”
I responded to him immediately. “Sorry, I’m running a little late. Just getting dressed. What’s your flat block and number?”
I was halfway getting dressed into the slutty schoolgirl outfit again when my phone buzzed from his response.
“Naughty girl. If you’re much later, I’ll have to spank you…”
Will sent a follow-up message with his address and said that he had left the entrance of the building open.
I shimmied the pink tartan micro skirt up my legs and over my ass, then pulled the cropped blouse on too and tied it together at the bottom. I pulled my trainers on and took one final look at myself in the mirror. With my long hair, makeup and fake lashes on I looked like a skinny semi-passable slutty schoolgirl. I completed the look by tying my long hair into two pigtails before applying a little more lipstick and stepping out of my flat and into the night.
The walk to the entrance to Will’s flat block only took two minutes, and thankfully it was dark and quiet outside, but I hoped to God that no one looked in my direction, as otherwise, they would have seen a barely dressed slut walking about. At one point, a gust of wind caught my tiny skirt and blew up to reveal my white lace-thong-covered clitty to any potential passersby.
Sure enough, as I got to the entrance to Will’s flat block, the door had been left propped open by a brick. I could feel my heart pumping in nervousness. I hadn’t sucked off another man for almost six months when my parents’ neighbour took control of my life in the first Covid lockdown. The lift to get up to Will’s flat had a sign saying it was broken, so I had to climb the stairs and hope none of his neighbours would meet me in the stairwell in my barely dressed outfit. With each step I took up the stairs, my heart and stomach were doing somersaults in excitement.
Finally, I reached the flat number Will had given me over Grindr. I took a moment to compose myself and ruffle my pigtails a little, then I knocked and waited. I heard someone walk towards the door and pause momentarily before the door began to open. Stood before me was a man in his late thirties, about six feet tall, in average shape, wearing an untied dressing gown and tight white boxers.
We stood inspecting each other for a moment before I said, “Hey, are you Will? I’m Ami.”
The man took a moment to respond, eyes wide, staring at my body in the schoolgirl outfit. “Yeah, I’m Will. You’re later than I wanted you over. Why don’t you come on in? I don’t want any of my neighbours seeing a sissy girl like you at my front door.”
He offered a hand, which I took as he guided me into his flat. Once he had closed the door behind me, he twirled me around to inspect my body and gently spanked my tushy, making sure to get a good squeeze.
“Damn, sissy, I imagine you make all the boys go crazy in school,” Will remarked.
All I could do was giggle in response.
“Why don’t you come into my bedroom?” he asked as he walked into a room, expecting me to follow.
I took a moment to gulp some air and walked into his bedroom. Will was now lying on his bed, with his head propped up by some pillows, still wearing the dressing gown and tight white boxers. I strutted over to the side of his bed, wiggling my hips in the pink micro skirt and knelt in my lace stocking-covered legs.
“Why don’t you show me what you’ve learnt about sucking dick in sissy school?” Will joked.
I giggled a little more before I started caressing the outline of his dick above his boxers. It had been about half a year since I had last sucked off another man, and the excitement was uncontrollable. My little clitty, which had been so used to being locked in chastity, was rock hard and pressing against my white lace thong.
Looking into Will’s eyes I started gently nibbling the boxers around his cock. He was clearly as excited as I was, as the outline of his manhood had grown considerably in size. His cock must have been around 7 inches long now. I bit the elastic waist of his boxers and pulled them slowly down with my mouth. His hard cock sprang out and gently hit my face. God, I had missed cock. The smell of it was intoxicating. I eagerly wrapped my lips around his tip and savoured the taste. It was a mixture of slightly salty and a little sweaty. I pushed him further into my mouth, holding him there for a few moments.
I could feel Will’s hand reaching down and underneath the hem of my tartan micro skirt. He pulled aside the front of my lace thong and grabbed hold of my erect clitty. It was almost too much to handle sucking off a tasty cock, whilst he played with my clitty. I could feel myself about to start cumming, so I pulled his cock out of my mouth.
“Please don’t touch my clitty?” I begged. “I only like my ass being played with.”
Will let go just in time for me to hold back my orgasm.
“You slut ahaha. Did they teach you that in school?” he smirked.
I giggled at that and then, thankful he had saved me from cumming, got back to work sucking his dick. Will kept fondly around underneath the micro skirt until he found my asshole. He pulled the back of the thong aside and shoved a finger right up into my ass. I knew it was coming, but the sensation still surprised me. I instinctively lurched my head forward, swallowing more of his cock. Without realising, I had deepthroated all his cock. My nose was pressed against his pubes as I felt his hard dick in the back of my throat.
I held him there for a moment as I rearranged the front of my white lace thong to hide my clitty again. I pulled off Will’s cock gasping for air, whilst he was still fingering my ass. A little of my spit was dribbling down my chin, which I used to lube his cock up again before devouring his delicious dick in my mouth again.
I put my mouth to work, sucking up and down his cock, every so often giving my mouth a break and wanking his spit-lubed cock off with my hands. All the while Will was now ploughing my ass with his fingers. I was in pure ecstasy servicing a man again. I sucked one of his balls into my mouth and I continued working his shaft with my hand, and felt his cock twitch a little. I thought to myself he couldn’t be far off cumming now so I wrapped my mouth back around his delicious cock again.
Just then he pulled his finger out of my ass, and I let out a little moan. Will reached around the front of my thong again and started rubbing the outline of my hard little clitty. I was sucking up and down on his rock-hard cock as hard as I could to try and distract myself from his fondling.
It was too much to handle, and I felt myself shoot my load into the white lace thong I was wearing. I could feel my clitty shooting stream after stream into the lace thong, soaking it in the process.
I didn’t want Will to have to wait much longer, so I started sucking his bell end whilst at the same time wanking off his shaft with my hand. I felt him clench up and then grab hold of my head. He held it steady as he came into my mouth. I had missed the velvety, slightly salty, slightly sour taste of another man’s seed in my mouth so much. I kept sucking until he stopped shooting his cum into my mouth and let go of my head. I pulled off Will’s cock and smiled at him. I opened my mouth to show him all his cum and then swallowed it all.
“Damn slut, did you like the taste of that?” Will smiled, looking down at me.
“Uh-huh, I’m following a cum only diet,” I replied, semi-giggling.
I stood up from the side of his bed and pulled my stockings up high again. I couldn’t believe Will had made me cum whilst sucking his dick. My clitty had gone soft again behind the cum-soaked lace thong. I rearranged the back of the thong so it rode up my ass crack again and then pulled the hem of the tartan micro skirt down to cover as much of myself as I could. Thankfully, I hadn’t made a mess of my tie-up cropped blouse.
Will had stood up now and covered himself with his dressing gown. He stood opposite me and put his hand on my face. He scooped up all the spit and cum that had escaped my mouth with his thumb, then shoved it in and made me suck his thumb clean.
“Thank you,” was all I could say.
As I was leaving his flat, he just said, “We should do this again soon, Ami. Perhaps we can try out a few different outfits?”
“Yes, I would like that,” I responded appreciatively.
I stepped out into the corridor and went back down the stairs to the exit of his flat block. I was happy and content. Sissy Ami was back in the dick-sucking game and had been fed her portion of cum for the night. I just hoped no one would see me between now and getting home and out of my slutty schoolgirl outfit. It was pitch black and freezing as I left the entrance to his block.
I started walking briskly back to my flat, as I could feel a cold chill on my cum-soaked thong. I got about ten paces before I stopped dead in my tracks. Stood directly in front of me, blocking my path, was one of the security guards for the flat development I lived in. How was I going to explain my way out of being dressed as a slutty schoolgirl?
Trying to think quickly I blurted out, “Hey, I was just at a fancy-dress party in a flat over there.” I pointed at where I had just come from. “Do you know where I can grab a taxi from?”
I could see the security guard more clearly now. He was Indian and in his early thirties. I had often seen him about the development and wondered if he recognised me. The Indian security guard just stared at me. I could feel his gaze perving on my scantily clad body.
Finally, he responded, “Why do you need a taxi? I saw you leaving your flat earlier and prancing about in your schoolgirl outfit on the CCTV. When I saw you enter the building earlier, I figured if I waited outside, I could pick you up as you left.”
It felt my stomach lurch. The Indian security guard knew exactly who I was and what I was.
“Why don’t you come back to the concierge’s office before one of your flatmates finds you out in the cold dressed as a schoolgirl?” the Indian security guard smirked.
“S-sure,” was just about all I could muster in semi-shock.
I stepped towards him and in the direction of the office. As I got close, he pulled me in tight and got a good grope of my ass and body. He made me walk back to the office in front of him as he followed a few paces behind. I was sure that he was staring at my pink tartan micro skirt and my ass cheeks that poked out underneath. Heck, if I was gonna get caught as a sissy slut, I was at least gonna try and have some fun with it. So, I made sure to sway my hips and wiggle my ass as I walked to the concierge’s office.
As I strutted into the concierge’s office, sat behind the desk was the slender Jamaican, Tanisha, who had queried why I was getting women’s clothes delivered to me a few days prior. She peered up at me as the Indian security guard followed me in.
“Well, well, well, when I saw the parcel you got delivered even I didn’t think you were ordering such slutty outfits for you to wear yourself,” Tanisha tutted at me in her thick Jamaican accent disapprovingly.
I just stared at her, red in the face, not too sure what to say back.
“Now, here’s the thing, sissy. We know who you are, where you live and who you live with. If you want this part of your life to remain a secret, then you are going to have to help me and him out,” Tanisha remarked as she signalled towards the Indian security guard.
I bit my lip for a moment, then bartered, “Look, as long as you don’t tell my flatmates about this, I will do whatever you guys want?”
“That works for us. Now get underneath the desk.” Tanisha snapped her fingers. “You can help us out from down there.”
I walked round to Tanisha’s side of the desk got on my knees and crawled underneath it. No sooner had I turned around on my knees than the Indian security guard had followed me round and dropped his trousers. His dick was probably only around 4 inches long. I took his entire length in my mouth and sucked on him gently. I could still taste Will’s cum in my mouth as I sucked on the Indian security guard’s dick. I bobbed my head up and down a few times before I felt his hand on the back of my head. Quite unexpectedly, I felt his dick start to pulse in my mouth as he filled it up with his seed. I tried to swallow as much as I could, but the nature of the surprise meant most of his cum and dribbled out my mouth and down my chin and onto the white tie-up cropped blouse covering my chest.
Once his dick had stopped twitching in my mouth I let go as he pulled his trousers up and took a few steps back. Tanisha had been standing watching the whole thing.
“You may be a good sissy schoolgirl at sucking dick, but let’s see what your mouth can do eating black pussy,” she remarked.
Tanisha then hitched her black skirt up to her waist and pulled her tights down to her ankles, revealing a pair of dark blue Brazilian panties. She sat down on the chair in front of me and pulled her Brazilian panties down, too. Inches from my face were her swollen black pussy lips. I leaned my head forward between her legs as I could smell the intoxicating scent of her womanhood.
I leaned forward to gently kiss her pussy. Slowly, I worked my tongue up the middle of her slit, letting my tongue linger at her clit. Pulling back for breath briefly, I then buried my face into her juicy pussy. I worked my tongue up and down, taking turns between burying my tongue deep into her pussy and sucking on her clit. Tanisha seemed to like that as she let out a gentle groan and ran her fingers through my hair. Eager to impress, I concentrated sucking on her clit as I slid my finger into her wet hole and began stroking the top wall of her vagina.
“Don’t stop, girl,” Tanisha moaned in between her breathing.
It was all the encouragement I needed, as I increased the pace of fingering her pussy. I managed to slip in a second finger, all the while still sucking on her swollen juicy clit.
Compared to the Indian security guard, Tanisha took an age. By the time I had made her cum, my face was glistening in her pussy juice and my mouth was aching. Her legs started shaking as she tightened them around the side of my head. I licked her juicy pussy like my life depended on it. Finally, she started moaning loudly, as her body convulsed around my pussy-buried face.
At last, her moaning and shaking subsided. I was still licking her womanhood gently, savouring her taste. She peeled her pussy off my face and slowly pulled her Brazilian panties and tights up.
I knelt there in my slutty schoolgirl’s outfit, catching my breath. The Indian security guard appeared back in front of me with his cock out again. Much preferring his cock to the pussy I had just eaten, I eagerly took him in my mouth again.
I sucked up and down on his cock working up a slobber in my element. I was impressed by how much longer he was lasting this time around.
Underneath the concierge’s desk at work, I suddenly heard the door open and some voices. With his dick in my mouth, I paused for a moment listening in. I recognised two of the voices as my drunken flatmates. I didn’t want them to find me like this, but I was also horny and already had a dick in my mouth.
I quietly resumed sucking up and down on the Indian security guard’s dick until my flatmates left the concierge’s office. Not long after they had gone, he pulled his dick out of my mouth, and he shot his second load onto my face. I was slightly taken aback as he shot cum into my eye, cheek and open mouth. Once his spurting had subsisted, I took him back into my mouth and sucked the last few drops of cum from his dick.
I sat on the floor in a cum daze in my schoolgirl’s outfit. Finally, I gained my composure and crawled out from underneath the desk. Just as I stood up, I heard the door open again.
I turned around, and staring at me was another security guard. This one was in his late twenties and very muscular.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked in a cockney accent.
Before I had time to respond, he clicked his fingers and spoke again. “Get back on your knees and suck my cock, slut.”
Obediently I got back on my knees and knelt in front of the muscular security guard. He opened his trousers and pulled out a meaty white cock. He was easily the biggest of the night. He grabbed me by the back of my head and shoved his cock straight down the back of my throat and started to face fuck me without any warmup.
My sore jaw was wrapped around him as he roughly prodded the back of my throat. He pulled his thick slobbery cock out my mouth and rubbed my face with it. I took the opportunity to tongue the underside of his weapon and suck on his big juicy balls, before peeling my mouth off them, and he slapped his slobbery cock against my cheeks.
He lined his cock up with my mouth again and plunged back in. In between choking on his big white cock and gasping for air, all I could do was release slobber all over myself. The muscular security guard grabbed hold of both my pigtails and started ploughing my throat, releasing all his sexual frustration on me.
My nose was nestled in his pubes as he held my face at the base of his hard cock. Finally, I started to feel him cum. With my pigtails firmly in his grip, he started firing load after load of cum into me. I was only able to swallow so much before it erupted out of my nose and mouth.
He kept pumping my mouth until his cock had softened into a semi again. Then he let go of my pigtails and I collapsed onto the floor in a mess. He offered me a hand a pulled me up to my feet.
“You can go now, slut.”
I nodded sheepishly and started stumbling away in a daze.
In the background, I just heard Tanisha laughing in her Jamaican accent, “Don’t worry, sissy, your secret is safe with us.”
I caught the lift back up to my flat. Whilst I stood in it ascending, I looked in the mirror, barely recognising what I saw. My face was coated in cum and spit. My mascara had smeared, and one of my fake lashes had fallen off. My slutty schoolgirl outfit was a mess, and I reached under my pink tartan micro skirt to feel my lace thong that was still wet from when Will had made me cum in them earlier in the night.
I quietly opened my flat front door, and thankfully, all my flatmates had gone to bed. I crept through, not wanting to wake anyone up, got into my bedroom and closed the door behind me. I looked at the clock and saw it was 4 am, so I climbed into bed in my cum-glazed schoolgirl outfit.
As I lay there falling asleep in exhaustion, I thought about the four loads I had received tonight from three different men and the one pussy I had eaten out.
Sissy Ami was back in town.
