Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
Your wife called me again. Seems as though someone isn’t obeying orders. You haven’t been wearing your diapers to work like Mama Felicity instructed. I’m so glad at least one of you is honest with me. I drove over right away. The thick, prink diaper bag over my shoulder as I stood on your front porch and knocked on the door.
You opened it, startled to see me. Even leaning in close and hissing, “Felicity, what are you doing here? My neighbors will see you?”