She read the stories and said that she could not allow me to descend further into my psychosis and insisted that I delete all my accounts and erase my...stories from my hard drive. She kept the backups. (She didn’t say anything about my memory stick, so I still have my stories.) She also committed me for a 72 hour observation citing that I was possibly a danger to myself.I have never hurt myself. When Wayne comes, he sometimes hurts me. When I am Kelly, Wayne sometimes hurts me and sometimes. All Parker could hear were the whimpering sighs pushing up from her throat as her breathing slowly grew deeper. Thighs jutting upward into a widely spaced V, her mound seemed perfectly formed, so carefully pampered as it was, with nothing but a pencil thin landing strip along the curve. One hand slipped over the teacup shape of her pussy, the fan of her fingers firmly rubbing the plush slit Parker couldn’t see from where he stood. She uttered a muted gasp that stretched into some other sound.. That second load of cum convinced me I wanted more and could easily get addicted. Damn, I liked it, or should I say, loved it.Over the next two months, I had six sucking sessions and was becoming a much-improved cocksucker. I was learning to relax and let that big cock enter my throat, something I wanted as much as my feeder did.On the day I performed my first deep throat, my wife unexpectedly came in. As she entered the room, he had his cock in my throat and he was moaning. I didn’t see it,. He couldn't stop himself at that point. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, it was as hard as I'd ever seen it. He was panting and grunting as he tried to stick it in her tight pussy while it was being fucked, and her pussy was so juicy and lubed up that the other guy's dick popped out for a second. My boyfriend took over grabbed her ass and fed his cock into her little fuck hole.I could feel my own pussy throbbing naked under my loose cotton mini and I started myself rubbing it in.