Hannah smiled for the first time since this all started.Part of the reason was that the watcher program also came with a keylogger. Hannah had forgott...n she installed it. But since she had she wouldn't need to guess or crack the password. She was sure that David didn't know about it, as she hadn't ever mentioned that part of the program to him.Firing up the program she quickly located the area that contained the folders password. Hannah gasped out loud as she read it.The password was. I felt so dirty and twisted and whorish being fucked. The naive man that existed many months ago was nowhere to be found. My altered image was feminine, slutty, submissive and desperate to be used. I was her slave, her bitch, her sex toy to be played with as she desired. My urges were raw and primal and I was turned on by every desecration and was eager for more. The fast and continuous fucking and verbal torment from Mistress Sarah left me in a mindless state. There was no opportunity to. With relief she found a reference that the name Pita (Peter) was in use by Maori locally in the mid-1850s, presumably introduced by early English missionaries. Just before 5:00 when she knew Wendy would be finishing work, Greer called her and said she’d give her a ride home in her new vehicle. ‘This is not an economic vehicle to own but it’s in great nick,’ said Wendy the accountant, having no idea of Greer’ financial position after buying the bach or that her new friend had just banked money. Amanda was there waiting for me."Hey, you!" she called."Hi," I said. "This is a nice surprise." I got here a little early, and didn't want to face the voyeurs without you." I'm glad." We started walking, and she took my hand again. This was the first time we had walked hand-in-hand together while fully clothed. I found out it didn't make a bit of difference."Are you OK with what happened yesterday?" Mostly, yeah," she said. "Jared, we have to talk. At lunch. We have to have a conversation.".