


I'm starting this post a little bit off-topic. Maybe it's some type of avoidance thing. I mentioned in yesterday's post that Debbie was having her lover Tony over last night; sort of a "I'm going to miss you while I'm gone" type of encounter. I wasn't available for up-close-and-live-cuckolding. Instead, I was secured in my Birdlock (covered by a pair of pink and white Bali panties for extra security) while attending an especially boring civic event at which I even had to speak. No doubt my words help keep it a little more lively. Chastity isn't easy even though over time, one d...