"This is where WITSEX departs from its predecessor program. In Wit-Sec, you got a new hairstyle, maybe. Started wearing different clothes. New job. Yo... kept a low profile. Often, this was sufficient. But many of our subjects find the stress of relocating and adjusting to a new identity is just too much to handle. They go through depression. They try to make contact with old acquaintances. It often gets messy."We've been authorized to use some highly-advanced, very classified technology from our. The hand she had on my necknow moved slightly and gripped my hair, very firmly and her other hand trailedover my back and down to squeeze and grope the cheeks of my ass, making megush, my panties now soaked under my dress.?Among all the sensations and images flashing through my sex drunk brainat that point suddenly, prompted by the squeezing of my ass no doubt, there wasthe memory of that spanking that I had gotten several years ago ? the memory ofthe ache, the burn, the arousal, the. Xavier approached them, speaking in Italian. “Excuse me, may I pet your dog?”They smiled and nodded, and Helena watched in amazement as he got down on one knee and began rubbing the pooch’s fluffy body with a grin. The dog wagged his tail and chewed on his hands, with Xavier… laughing. She had only seen him like this three times: when they were in the pool together, when he was flirting with her… and in that photo album. He was actually finding joy in something other than torture. She didn’t. All ruined by that shitehawk Hodge.It would seem that with Hodge out of the picture all would be well, but I was always amazed how Miriam could switch from loving spouse to hateful shrew in such a short space of time, and for no apparent reason. Although I tended to blame Hodge for Miriam's sudden relapses into shrew mode sometimes he was nowhere to be seen on these occasions, although I had the feeling he was still on the manor and in the vicinity.Maybe she and I were just not compatible, and.