Nervously, I smooth my shoulder-length hair, and dab on some lip gloss. He prefers me fuss-free, with simply-styled hair and a lightly made-up face. I...am still wearing my fitted black dress from work, but removed my panties, as ordered. After giving myself a final check in the mirror, I head to the door to wait for him. My hands shake in anticipation. I try to calm my racing pulse with deep breaths. No one has ever affected my mind, body, and soul like this man.The hard knock on the door causes. Com. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * Sam spoke. "Would the jury please present their verdict."Evelyn sat smugly in the witness box, sure of what the verdict would be. She sipped at the water glass which Sam had kept refilled for her during her long. Most of them were of her husband as he walked out the door to be with a younger woman instead of her – and some of them were very sexual. She kept those to herself, which was easy as she never woke screaming when they came up. However, she would always wake up to her son next to her. It was almost like a connection.Each night after she woke him screaming, he would lay with her and they would fall asleep together. Then something strange would happen, she would wake up again with the dreams of a. Then, he got a belt and he started hitting me with a belt.I was telling him Vishal please stop it, the moment I open my mouth he was betting me very badly and held my hair and put me on the bed and started fucking me. I said him, “show me your power in fucking but not in beating me”. “Bitch, you said me to be rough right”, I was like lost and he fucked me very badly and cum in my pussy I was scared.He put more whiskey and said me to suck his cock, I did it and now he said you are a dead bitch..