Even if my mood swings have a cause other than my endocrinological condition, they haven’t risen to the level of an actual diagnosis of Bipolar I, t...ough evidence suggests it might be close. That said, behavioral modification is still working. To be honest, that’s the realm of clinical psychologists not psychiatrists.”“You seem to have a real problem with psychiatry.”“Now, why would that be?” I asked with an arched eyebrow.“They are the enemy, if I can get away with using that term for your. ’ Becky had to be going over in her mind how that would affect her. ‘Well one way or the other it’s over. We can go on as we were, Jack.’ In other circumstances that would have been funny. I watched her with a smile on my face whilst shaking my head. ‘No Becky. That we can’t. We didn’t make promises of everlasting fidelity to each other, but you seemed quite happy to sleep with me, and to my mind that included an obligation. An obligation to exclusivity whilst we were together. If you had been. ”“Yes!” she moaned as my thoughts fuzzed just a tiny bit. “I have to be punished. I was such a cunt to you. A cock-teasing whore. Keep fucking your dirty cock into my cunt! Let me wash your dick clean of Livie's ass! I deserve it for being such a whore!”“You do!” I growled.I squeezed a fifth time.A tight, throaty groan burst from her lips. Her back arched. The inflated butt plug pressed against her pussy, squeezing her sheath so tight about my dick. I savored it, thrusting harder just to work. " Marta lifts one knee and I roll over onto my back. She's kissing me now and her soft lips and smooth face are such a contrast to Dan's. Her hand snakes down to my pussy as mine comes up to stroke her breast. Of course she finds me wet and dips her finger deep into my honey pot. We look over to see Dan coming onto the bed. "May I suck your cock, Sir" "Yes, Cate." To my surprise, he angles himself so that he's facing my feet, so he can watch Marta as she drops her face down to my pussy. I tilt.