I kept hitting and hitting this man with everything I had. Then I started kicking him. I was letting out all the pent-up rage I was holding in. I had ... brother-in-law who is a cop. He said it was extremely hard to beat a man to death with your bare hands. I was at that point. Roger was a bloody mess, my hand were covered with blood. I didn't know if it was mine or Roger's blood.I was a maniac doing the only thing I knew how. At this point in life I was saving any dignity I had left. My hands. He told her if she farted or if he suspectes a drop of pee he would hit her with a leather strap. Then he placed a leather strap on the bed next to her as reminder of his promise.He got two of his fingers on his left hand good and wet with his spit then started finger fucking her pussy with vigor. He rubbed her clit with his thumb, while using his other hand to put pressure on her bladder. She was squirming in agony. She didn't know if she was more affected by him finger fucking her pussy. The house was just over a mile away, though his boss had promised the ocean was easily visible from the second floor. After taking in the sights - and stopping for a small pizza at a small place no bigger than a food truck – he followed the GPS to the house. When he’d come by the first time, the place’s front hedges were untrimmed and overgrown. He merely glimpsed it down the driveway, checked the mailbox to be sure it was the right place, and hurried back home. Since then, a landscaper had. I said, “go take a shower and come have some dinner. He quickly took his shower and was at the table before I had known it. "That was quick," I said to him. "Yea," he paused and continued, "I didn't have football practice today so I wasn't as stinky," he said jokingly. We both laughed and began eating. I stood up and said, "son I got something to tell you." "Okay mom what is it," he asked. "I got promoted," I said with enthusiasm. We both sat there celebrating, before we realized we.