Smack… Smack… Smack… Smack… After a particularly hard swat, she moaned, “Ohhhh…” softly and ground her pelvis into my leg. As I continue... to spank, her pink bottom began to redden. I paused again. My hand was beginning to sting and burn too. I wiped my fingers on the fabric of my miniskirt for a moment before reaching over to the kitchen table and taking an old wooden hairbrush out of my purse.Elizabeth raised herself up on her fingertips, twisting backward to see what I was doing. Her eyes. "Yes," Gordon Wilson said."Call me back on a payphone." Pete gave Wilson the number to call and hung up.Pete Hershey wasn't happy. Wilson calling him in the middle of the night, probably not on a payphone, infuriated him. Wilson knew the rules. Not for the first time, Hershey wished he'd never accepted Wilson's contracts.He sat and stewed, becoming angrier at each passing second. When the phone rang, Pete was ready to ream Wilson a new one."The next time..." Pete started to say."I called to. I also sucked his cock about half of the times, but Ed seemed much more interested in sucking my pussy than in having his cock sucked. He always told me that he just loved the feeling of being held between my strong thighs. We had been running together for three months then, and we continued our raunchy conversations, except that we had even more to talk about since we were sucking each other’s genitals.Then one night he surprised me by saying, “I enjoy sucking your creamy and tasty pussy so. It's your choice. That's my place. You guys should never have declared war on me. Do you have family?" Uh, yes." If you get blown up or shot, I will kill every member of your family. Their only hope is for you to truly help and stay alive doing it. Going to prison won't be fun but dead is permanent. You could turn state's evidence and cut a deal. At least you guys didn't kill anyone, you might get witness protection. Remember that, if you don't come back with us, your family dies."Jorgie and I.