All of a sudden, I could feel his hand on her ass with mine. I removed my hand and let him play with her butt. I stepped back just a bit so I could wa...tch. My wife did not realize that it was not my hand until she turned to ask me something and saw I was not the one touching her butt. At first, she had a look of panic on her face, but then I smiled and winked at her. She stayed where she was so he could continue fingering her. She stayed still and let him play with her ass for awhile. She leaned. I need courage, he thought, and signaledthe barkeep for another. The barkeep smiled and shook his head.Asshole!"Y-yes. N-new." You want a drink. I can get you a drink. You can't get you adrink. But I can get you a drink. You can pay me later." I-I, Master, er, need to use the ladies room."The man turned venomous and grabbed Joan's arm. "I can be niceand get you a drink, or I can be mean and feed you a drink,chicata whore."Some of John Phillips old self returned, like a surge. I'm goingto just. It wasn't a big hit to me or anything because it was so early and actually fixable whenever I finally found the money for it, which I didn't have at the time (I'm now viable). So after a snaking I went home with a sore cooch, which sounds like the darker half of a porn joke but it's not funny at all, especially the pain and cramping. So the PE sub. I'll call her R, guys like shoutouts for bro-fives but girls and women probably won't. While I was with Nick I actually started hanging out with her. A week after that, I put my clothes back on, but I was a changed woman. Not all of the changes were because of the Program, but most or all of them were related to it in some fashion.My worst enemy became a creepy sort of friend. She'd tried to humiliate me, but I'd turned it around on her. But I went too far, because she just wasn't normal for a while. Even after she was dressed again, she was strange. At least now she avoided me instead of seeking me out. I much preferred that. When we would.