Wainwright, it’s Jeff Matthews.”After the pleasantries were over, Jeff said, “Sir, I need to ask you something.”“Well, first thing, Jeff. Ag...ain, would you please call me Frank? Everybody else does. I’m not that old,” he finished with a chuckle.“Well, uh, thanks. Frank, my daughter’s sixteenth birthday is coming up in two weeks, and she has asked for something special.”“What is it? A Ferrari?”“No, thank goodness. Arlene wants to bring three of her friends out here for her birthday.”“Is that all?. “I phoned for a taxi and arranged for it to meet me at the end of the lane on the main road. I threw some cloths on grabbed my handbag and just left, they followed me all the way up the lane asking horrible questions.I jumped into the taxi and offered the man an extra twenty pounds if he made sure we weren’t followed. He dropped me off at Sue’s flat in Notting Hill, thankfully she was in. I never left the flat for three days; the papers were still splashing it, what they didn’t know they made. And I am guessing, sweet Amy, that you are his most prized possession." Kirk licks my neck and makes me shiver with disgust and need. "I want to you, sweet Amy. And when I want something, I always get it because I fight hard for the things I want," he whispers into my ears. "I guarantee you, delicious Amy, that I will fight for you, and I will win. I'll get you soon. And when I have you, I will fuck you harder than my brother fucks you. I will make you feel better than he does and you will moan. “You better count every single one of these or we start all over, got me Brandon?” Brandon, who was already breathing heavy, said, “Yes sir.”Eddie brought the belt back and slammed it on Brandon’s ass, making the cheeks bounce.Brandon grunted in pain, trying to pretend it didn’t hurt that bad. If I knew him, he would do everything in his power to not cry.SMACK! “One” SMACK! “Two” SMACK! “Three”Three loud, painful sounding spanks, and Brandon started whimpering. His legs started moving around.