“A representative from the press talked to me again today. He was one of the men that had been here yesterday. They want to know if you would agree ...o do your press conference tomorrow afternoon at six o’clock at the Westin Hotel downtown?”“I do. Just find out where I’m supposed to go after I get to the hotel. Tell him no more than an hour.”“It’ll be on the sixth floor in the Coral Bay meeting room. There will be a podium and microphones so you won’t have to shout. The man that called said he. Anne had been his close friend since elementary, and they had shared everything together, including their first time, which they had wanted to be with someone they knew they could trust. He knew it wasn't exactly a random contact, but at least this way he didn't run the chance of being embarrassed. However, as he was pushing down the button to select Anne on his contacts list his thumb slipped and moved the highlighted name up to Ainsley. She was Anne's twenty-five year old sister. Kevin. Sandra learnt a long time ago too that men love women who look like a class-act in public and act like a whore in private.‘I’ll call you as soon as I get there and have met the guys and got the money’ she said to her husband, ‘I’ll say the address out loud and give you a time to expect me home. I'll also give you the phone number and you phone straight back to check and, again, ten minutes before I’m due to leave.’He nodded. ‘Remember I’m only ten minutes away! And, just walk out at any time if. I want to get on with the next part."I began raining down swats on her ass moving from cheek to cheek and around so that I covered her whole ass. Then when her ass was glowing bright red, I moved down the backs of her thighs a bit. That really got her attention–I don't think she was expecting that.A couple swats to each thigh and she'd gotten enough. "Red! Red Tommy!" As I promised I stopped instantly, without another blow falling on her tortured ass. I stood up and she slid down onto the floor.