You grab my throat hard to show you are in control, and as I feel my body get weaker and weaker by the second, you rip off my dress and start slapping...my huge tits until they're red and sore...You warn me not to move an inch as you grab a blade and slide it slowly up and down my stomach, my breathing quickening. You tell me if I move I will be sorry as I start to cry from fear ... another slap to the face as you warn me not to make a single sound, and for every sound I make, I will get another. ***Revenge had replaced grief as his newest all-consuming obsession. Roger could simply not be allowed to get away with what he did. He deserved punishment, and Bill would be the one to deliver it. Roger needed to know what it felt like to be humiliated. He needed to suffer loss as Bill had. He deserved to lose his wife, his house, his k**s, and his beloved car. Everything that mattered to him needed to be ripped away from him.It took several days for Bill to devise a plan. It took several more. "The reference to his wife, if only in a passing, allegorical way, made Roger jerk on the car seat. His heart trip-hammered. "What about my wife?" he said in a halting voice."Nothing, Roger," Kim said innocently. "It's just that so many nice men like you place their wives in ivory towers, and stop considering them flesh and blood. Sometimes," she added with a rueful almost ironic smirk, "it can be a rude awakening."How true. How God-damned true, Roger glumly thought. Kim hit the nail on the. I found that Cameron’s mom was a super cook. I really enjoyed stopping work to eat!Friday night we got into bed about 10:30 and once again, I was asleep in minutes. Again I woke up. This time, I could feel his hand on my cock.. His hand was inside my PJ’s and his fingers were wrapped around my cock, my stiff cock. He was slowly stroking my boner. Hot dam, it felt good. I was super horny. So horny I didn't mind his advances.He rubbed my stiffie and I began to move my hips up and down in time.