After a ten or so minute walk we arrived at the estate of Dr. Paulson. The thugs got in front of us and knocked on the door of his mansion. The rest o... the island lived in shacks but his immense wealth allowed for a huge mansion that looked roughly the size of the White House if the books I’d seen were any indication.Dr Paulson opened the door. He was about 6 feet tall and had white hair with a matching white goatee. He wore black sunglasses. He had a menacing look as he looked over my. I punch my fist brutally hard into her bloated, sand filled stomach to make room for more. Her suffocated semi-c0nsc1ous, half-dead naked body is rocking, twitching; her sand-filled, ripped throat gagging, gulping in utter despair to swallow the sand and giant dildo deeper down to free her windpipe, of course with no success. I can feel her life leaving her convulsing body, her erratic heartbeat jerky then dying. I do not stop punching her stomach with my fist, ramming the dildo deep down her. She had been a man in the sense of being bothphysically and mentally intimidating. She had been dominant. If his wifehadn't stepped in to end this control, his megalomaniacal tendencieswould have been left unchecked. The wife had had enough. She had had enough of her husband's massive ego,of his violent outbursts and actions upon her person, of his flippantadultery, of everything that he stood for that was wrong and unsettlingto her, the rest of his family and to people who at least referred to. But I was always afraid of ruining a good thing. Thoughts of regret plagued me after my last day that I had let something really fine get away. That was until about two months ago. I got an email from Amanda asking if I had any time in my schedule to help them through some rough patches with some difficult designs. I was and still am working Monday through Thursday at an out of state client. My travel and work itinerary allows me Friday off, so I offered my services one day a week while she.