His Daddy's Car - Part One Of The Brandt Family SeriesChapter 6: Sunday free porn video
The ringing of the phone awoke Borisovich Mikhailov, but he couldn’t really be awake. When he was awake, he could move his body, but since he couldn’t move a muscle, he convinced himself that he must be dreaming. When the ringing stopped, the noise was replaced with moans from the other side of his bed. The sound was not familiar to him; not because he hadn’t occasionally elicited a moan from his wife, but this moan was too deep sounding, and was definitely not a moan of pleasure, regardless of its source.
Mikhailov had no choice but to lie perfectly still and absorb the sensory inputs available to him. Besides hearing the moans, he could smell a stench of body odor mixed with urine. He could see pre-dawn shadows on his ceiling, and he could just start to taste fear in his mouth. Eventually, he noticed that his eyes had regained some range of movement, but not enough for him to see what lay beside him in his bed, or to see the time on the clock to the other side. The return of slight eye movement was gradually followed by other capabilities. Once he was able to turn his head, he looked to his left and saw the source of the moans and smells he had been experiencing.
There were two strange naked men, lying face to face on top of each other. Mikhailov decided to test his voice and was surprised to find that he had the ability to speak, so he screamed for his bodyguards. No one responded, so Mikhailov tried to sit up in the bed. He had just swung his legs over the side of the bed when his phone rang again. He reached over and answered it, preparing to bark orders to one of his underlings.
“Good morning Comrade Mikhailov.”
“Who is this?” croaked Mikhailov, frustrated that his voice did not yet have the strength he wanted to present to the caller.
“You can call me ‘Prem’yer- suka’,” said the caller.
“Alpha Bitch? I will call you dead!” growled Mikhailov
“Comrade that simply is not something you can hope to accomplish. We entered your home last night, left you some of the garbage that your brother Konstantin Ivankov recklessly dispatched on a fool’s errand, disabled then abducted all your guards, took your wife and children, and then left you totally helpless in your bed.”
“What do you mean you took my wife and children? Where are they?”
“Slow down Comrade. Take a minute to analyze your situation. Start with an examination of the two men next to you. I will wait.”
Mikhailov set the phone down and turned to look more closely at the men in his bed. He rolled the one on top off so that both were lying face up on their backs. Their eyes were clouded orbs, obviously sightless, blood coated their parted lips and the emptiness where their tongues used to be was ghastly. He noticed that both were missing the index fingers on each of their hands, and they had the word ‘SUKA’ carved into their foreheads.
He returned to the phone. “Who did you send their tongues and fingers to?”
“You certainly are not very observant,” said the caller. “Both men have all their body parts with them. I trust that you’ll find everything soon enough.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Simple. The Brotherhood has shown disrespect to the Suka, and now we will be exacting our revenge. In one hour, your brother Aleksey Butorin will awaken in the same condition as you found yourself this morning. Two hours after that Konstantin Ivankov will face the same reality. I will trust you to make our message clear to the others; we have your closest family members in our possession, we can come and go in your lives as we choose, you cannot stop us, you cannot find us, and our demands must be met without delay to avoid your total and complete destruction.”
“What is it that you want?”
“Short-term, we want the heads of Konstantin Ivankov and Alex Ginzburg to be delivered to the office of the United States Attorney in Los Angeles by 9 AM Monday. Whether they are attached to their bodies is of no concern to us. Long-term, we expect the cessation of all activity by the Brotherhood of the Circle or any other Russian criminal organization within the borders of the United States. These demands are not negotiable. If you cannot deliver, then we will make the delivery for you. However, the price for us doing your dirty work will be your own head.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking...” sputtered Mikhailov.
“We’re not asking anything Comrade. We’re telling you what is going to happen. The men beside you were told exactly what was going to happen to them and given the chance to unburden their souls with a confession. This made no difference in their punishment, but they felt compelled to share all they knew about those who had sentenced them to their fate. Your bodyguards and those of your Brothers will be afforded the same opportunities. Now, I am simply telling you what is going to happen to you. Whether you chose to believe it is your business, but it will happen. The Russian Mafia will cease to operate within the borders of the United States. Your only choice is whether it does so with you alive or dead. Goodbye.”
Mikhailov stared briefly at the disconnected phone in his hand. He then stood and walked to the door of his bedroom and opened it. The house was silent as he searched for signs of the bodyguards who should have been on duty protecting him and his family. He searched the room of his sons and his daughter and found them empty. He retrieved his cell phone and called his assistant Vitaly Kazan.
“Dah,” was the response when the call was answered.
“Get here now!” screamed Mikhailov, then he disconnected the call.
Bobby placed the secure cell phone back into his bag, left Patty’s office and returned to her sleeping body in her bed. Since he had left the bed to make his call, she had rolled over onto her back. Her face was partially covered by her hair and she looked absolutely angelic, yet unbelievably sexy at the same time. Her breasts were exposed and her left leg was bent at the knee. Sliding under the sheet, Bobby was careful not to wake her as he crawled between her feet and moved his face up between her legs. The position she was in afforded him perfect access to his destination. Her body responded to the stimulation subconsciously, with her legs spreading further and her hips moving involuntarily to meet his touch.
Bobby wanted nothing more than to pleasure Patty. While she could undoubtedly stimulate him to arousal, he was still happily sated from the previous night and desired only the enjoyment of her pleasures.
Bobby took his time, trying purposely to keep her unaware of the source of her arousal as she lingered in the twilight area between sleep and wakefulness. He was slow and gentle in his ministrations with his tongue and only his tongue. His pressure on her was so light that she would question the true existence and continue in her dreamlike state, assuming it was merely fantasy.
Asleep or awake, her body eventually reacted the same way. Bobby began to taste the tell-tale signs of her growing arousal. The sweet taste of her juices rewarded his continued gentle prodding with his tongue even as her body began to seek greater pleasure by striving to meet the source of this pleasure. As the flow of her juices intensified, Bobby found himself capturing more and more as it trickled down over her anal rosebud. The stimulation of his tongue on this part of her body caused reactions that Bobby made note of. It was only when her body finally succumbed to the inevitable orgasm that Patty realized she had not been dreaming.
Patty lay with her eyes open but unfocused as she tried to make sense of what had just happened to her. Her body was still recovering as she finally sensed Bobby’s presence between her legs.
“What did you do?” she asked.
“Just a little early morning exploring and adventure,” Bobby replied.
“Well, you need to repeat that exploration sometime when I’m awake. If anything like in my dreams, you’ve got a sex slave for life.”
Bobby crawled up beside her and kissed her, allowing her to taste herself on his lips.
“Anytime, anyplace,” he said.
They cuddled for a few more minutes before she asked, “What time do we have to leave?”
“We should probably be on the road by 10 or 10:30”
“That sounds early for lunch.”
Bobby ran his fingers through her hair and said, “There’s a method to my madness.”
“I’m sure there is, and I can’t wait to see what it is. But in the meantime, can I interest you in some more exploring? Your tongue had a chance to go places it has never gone before, and I want the chance to do the same with you.”
They left the house at exactly 10:15. Bobby took FM775 to U.S .181 and headed north towards San Antonio. The traffic was Sunday morning light and they all enjoyed the clear warm spring day as they drove.
Shortly after passing under the bridge for Loop 1604, Bobby saw a San Antonio police cruiser parked in the center median up ahead. He knew he wasn’t speeding, but he checked his speedometer regardless. He watched his rearview mirror and saw the patrol car pull onto the highway behind him and accelerate. Bobby handed Patty his phone and told her, “Punch in 911 and wait to hit ‘dial’.” He then raised his right arm above his head and made a circular motion before returning it to the steering wheel.
As they passed Foster Road, the police car turned on its lights, indicating that it wanted Bobby to pull over.
“Hit dial now and hand me the phone,” he told Patty. She did as instructed and handed him the phone.
“911, what is your emergency?” was the nasally answer.
“This is NSA10003. Patch me through to an SAPD communications supervisor immediately.”
There was only a slight delay before Bobby heard, “Communications. Captain Meyers.”
“This is NSA10003. Verify that you have a unit northbound on U.S .181 at Foster Road initiating a traffic stop.”
“Hold on.” Bobby heard a muddled conversation in the background. “I can verify that Z21 has initiated a traffic stop at that location on a red Chevrolet convertible with California plates.”
“Inform your officer that the vehicle will pull over in the next parking lot, but he is not to exit his vehicle until instructed to do so. Confirm those instructions.”
“The subject vehicle will pull over in the next parking lot but the officer is to remain in his vehicle until instructed otherwise.”
Bobby saw a closed auto repair shop ahead on the right and pulled into the parking lot. He instructed JR to lie down across the back seat and asked Patty to scoot as low in her seat as possible. Before the police car could come to a stop behind him, an Air Force Special Forces helicopter was hovering over the highway directly beside them. The side door was open and a manned 50 caliber machine gun was aimed at the police car.
Bobby returned to the cell phone, “Tell your officer to step out of his vehicle with his hands in clear view.”
“Officer states that he is under siege by military personnel in a helicopter.”
“He is not under siege, he is being monitored. If he does as instructed, he will be fine. Now tell him to step out of his vehicle with his hands in clear view.”
Bobby watched in his side mirror as the door to the patrol car opened and the police officer stepped out.
“Tell the officer to pull out his identification and hold it in his right hand.”
Bobby again watched in his side mirror as his instructions were followed.
“The officer may approach the subject vehicle to present his ID. If he makes any moves that could be construed as aggressive or hostile, especially where his holstered weapon is concerned, he won’t like the consequences. Make sure he understands that before he proceeds.”
Bobby watched the officer communicating through the microphone clipped to his shoulder. He kept his hands away from his body as he approached Bobby’s car. The helicopter maintained its vigilant observation of events.
When the officer reached the driver’s door of the Corvair, Bobby turned to him and said, “Hand me your ID and step back from the vehicle.”
The officer complied. Bobby took the identification and spoke into the cell phone, “Captain Meyers, please verify for me the name of the officer currently assigned to car Z21.”
“Car Z21 is currently assigned to Corporal Jenkins,” was the reply
“Thank you, Captain. I appreciate your assistance.”
He ended the call and spoke to Patty and JR, “You two can sit normally again. Everything’s fine.”
Bobby opened his door and stepped out of the car. He handed the identification back to Officer Jenkins and extended him his right hand, while at the same time giving an ‘okay’ signal to the helicopter. It rose about 50 feet into the air but continued its observation.
“Sorry for the theatrics Officer Jenkins, but you stumbled onto a very delicate situation that mandated extreme security measures to ensure that you were not an imposter. He shook hands with the officer and said, “What can I do for you today?”
“Well sir, can we start with you showing me your license and proof of insurance?”
Bobby chuckled, “Of course. Here’s my license and I’ll get the insurance card out of the glove box for you. Hang tight.”
Bobby handed him his driver’s license and by the time he turned around, Patty had retrieved his insurance card from the glove box and was handing it to him.
“Thanks,” he told her. She smiled in response.
Bobby handed the document to Officer Jenkins and waited.
“Mr. Brandt, I’m very sorry to inconvenience you, but when you passed me on the highway, I noticed that you had a passenger that appeared to be under the age of sixteen riding unrestrained in your vehicle. That violates Texas law requiring the use of seatbelts by passengers under the age of sixteen.”
“Ah,” said Bobby. “Please look closer officer.”
Officer Jenkins approached the car and looked at JR sitting in the backseat. His seat belt was secured across his lap.
“This vehicle was manufactured in 1965. According to Texas Transportation Code - Section 547.601, the lap belt being worn by the passenger under 16 years of age is adequate and meets the requirements under the law. I can appreciate your inability to see the proper use of the seat belt because it is below your field of vision while you are seated in your car, but I can assure you I would never put my own son’s life at risk by allowing him to ride in any car without a seat belt.”
“Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Brandt. Do you mind if I ask you if there is any relation between yourself and a Frances Brandt?”
“I don’t mind at all. She is my older sister. Do you know her?”
“She introduced me to my wife. They went to nursing school together. I was at her wedding when she married Jason Reid.”
“I was there too. We probably met and didn’t recognize each other. Let me introduce you to my family.”
Bobby brought Officer Jenkins over to the side of the car and introduced him to Patty and JR as a friend of Frances and Jason. Patty reached over to shake his hand, followed by JR doing the same.
“I have to be honest Mr. Brandt, the seat belt stop was borderline, but I really wanted to get a closer look at your car. This is a real classic and not something I get to see that often. I’m sorry to have caused you any concern or problem.”
“Don’t sweat it. I just moved to the area, so you’ll probably get a lot more chances to see it. We’re on our way to an appointment or I’d give you a tour now.”
“I’d like to take a close look sometime, but I won’t keep you any longer.” He handed Bobby back his license and insurance card. “Have a good day.”
Bobby returned to his car and signaled the helicopter away. By the time he was back on the road, Officer Jenkins had made a U-turn and was heading back to his spot in the center median.
“That was interesting,” said Patty. JR laughed.
“Was that helicopter following us Dad?”
“Yes, it was JR, and it will always be close enough to have us in its sights.”
“Is that so no one will mess with you?”
Patty squeezed Bobby’s hand and then turned to their son and said, “It’s so no one messes with you and me JR. Everyone already knows not to mess with Bobby Brandt.”
Bobby gave her a puzzled look but remained silent.
Bobby continued north on U.S .181 until it transitioned into I-37. He then took I-410 westbound. As they approached Southton Road, he asked, “Have either of you ever visited the ghost tracks of San Antonio? They’re supposed to be right off the Southton Road exit.”
“Not me,” said Patty
“What are ghost tracks?” asked JR.
“Okay, we’re going to have to go some time,” said Bobby. “Legend has it that this particular railroad crossing is haunted by the ghosts of several children who died there years ago when their school bus was struck by a train. As the story goes, if you pull your car onto the tracks and take it out of gear, the ghosts of the children will push your car off the tracks. People have even put flour or other powder on their rear bumpers and say that they can see little handprints from the children who pushed the car.”
“Cool!” said JR. “We definitely have to go there.”
“Count me out,” said Patty with a forced shudder.
Bobby laughed at both of them as he took the Roosevelt exit and followed the signs to Stinson Field. He found the Fixed Base Operations (FBO) building and parked the car. After helping Patty out of her seat, Bobby and JR put the top up on the car.
Bobby led them into the building and found them seats while he went to the counter and conducted his business. Once done, he came back and proceeded to lead them out a door and towards a small corporate jet parked on the tarmac.
“Are we flying somewhere?” asked JR
“We certainly are,” replied Bobby
He led Patty and JR up the stairs, followed them into the body of the plane, and then retracted the stairs and closed the door.
“Where’s the pilot?” asked JR.
“You’re looking at him,” said Bobby. “Who is going to be my co-pilot?”
JR and Patty looked at each other, and then yelled at the same time “ME!”
Bobby laughed and said. “You’ll need to take turns. How about if PattyKat is my co-pilot on the way and JR can be my co-pilot on the way back? The cockpit doesn’t have a door, so if one of you sits in the front seat here, you’ll be able to see everything anyway.”
“Okay,” said JR, while Patty just glowed at Bobby.
Bobby got JR settled, and then led Patty to the cockpit and got her in her seat. He then took the pilot’s seat and began the pre-flight checks. JR and Patty just watched Bobby in silent admiration as he completed his checks, started the jet, and taxied them out to the runway.
As Bobby awaited clearance to take off, JR asked him, “Is this your plane Dad?”
“Partly,” said Bobby. “I own a fractional interest in a plane very similar to this, and that allows me to use an equivalent plane pretty much anytime I need to. I have a one-third interest so that has always been more than enough time in the air to meet my needs.”
“Are you rich Dad?”
Bobby smiled over at Patty and said, “No richer than your mom, JR.” Patty winked at him but kept silent.
After takeoff, Bobby spent time showing Patty and JR the different instruments and explaining the purpose of each. They both appeared more interested in the workings of the plane than they were in the sights outside, but what they craved was Bobby sharing his knowledge and his time with them.
It seemed like they had only been in the air for a short while when Bobby told them that it was time to get ready for their landing.
“Where are we landing?” asked JR
“Naval Air Station Fort Worth,” said Bobby
“What’s there?”
“Our ride.”
Bobby taxied as directed and parked the jet. Before he finished opening the door and lowering the stairs, a Navy staff car was outside waiting for them. The ensign driving escorted them to the exit gate where a limousine awaited them. The driver held the door open as they all three climbed in the back.
“Wow!” said JR, “There’s a TV in here.”
Bobby laughed at his son, “You can turn it on, but you won’t have much time to watch it before we get to lunch.”
They exited using the White Settlement Road exit and then traveled east about 4 miles. The car turned right on University Drive, went south to 7th Street and then east for two blocks. Patty squealed when she realized their destination.
“In-N-Out! Bobby, I love you!”
JR was confused, but he didn’t want to question his mother’s obvious excitement. The limo found a spot to park and the driver opened the door for them. Bobby helped Patty out of the car and practically had to restrain her from running to the order window. Patty started jumping up and down, stopping only to hug and kiss Bobby before starting over again.
Finally, Patty regained enough of her senses to bestow an explanation upon their son.
“JR, while I firmly believe that In-N-Out makes the best hamburger in the world, the food is second in my heart to the memories I have of your dad taking me to In-N-Out when we were in school. There are a lot of other places that I would be just as sentimental about, like the beach, or El Dorado Park, but this is here, and your dad brought us here because he knew how I would love it.”
“Now, JR, just like me, you get to have your first In-N-Out experience because the wonderful man who is your dad has gone out of his way to make it possible. I hope your memories mean as much to you someday.”
“Okay, Mom. Can we eat something now?”
Bobby laughed and let Patty have the pleasure of ordering for all of them. When the food was ready, they sat around one of the outside tables and Bobby watched Patty as she searched for affirmation from JR that this was as memorable for him as it was for her. JR didn’t disappoint her. From his first bite of his Double-Double with cheese through to his last French fry, the fact that he was an In-N-Out junkie was evident.
Bobby led them back to the car and provided the driver with an address for their next destination. In a surprisingly short time, they were pulling up to the Berry Street location of Kube’s Jewelers.
Bobby escorted Patty and JR into the store and waited for someone to assist them. When they were approached by an employee, Bobby recognized the name Kelly as the person he had spoken with on the phone.
“Hi Kelly, I’m Bobby Brandt. We spoke yesterday about selecting an engagement ring.”
“Of course! So nice to meet you. I see you brought the selection committee with you as promised.” Kelly introduced herself to Patty and JR.
Kelly continued, “I remember from my conversation with Bobby that I am supposed to move heaven and Earth to make certain that PattyKat gets just the ring she wants.” She smiled at Patty.
“Do you have any starting preferences, such as yellow gold, white gold, platinum... ?”
Patty said, “Actually, this may seem strange, but I would rather start with wedding rings and then later find an engagement ring that compliments those.”
Kelly looked at Patty in obvious admiration. “Wonderful idea.”
She led them over to a selection of wedding bands. Patty pulled Bobby next to her and said, “You’re involved in this choice buster.”
Bobby squeezed her hand, “What do you need to know?”
“Well, you don’t wear a watch, so we don’t have to worry about matching your ring to that, but do you have any other preference for the metal choice?”
“I’m conflicted. I think that white gold and platinum are cleaner and even somewhat classier than yellow gold, but they can also be mistaken for silver or other lower grade materials and I wouldn’t want you to ever be viewed as having an inferior ring.”
“I think that’s where the stone really comes into play. What do you think Kelly?”
Kelly was surprised to be included in the conversation at this point but jumped right in, “To the untrained eye, 10-carat yellow gold would look the same as 24-carat, so to a large extent Patty is right. The quality of the ring design for the wedding band, coupled with the stone in the engagement ring will be what the layperson judges the rings by.”
Bobby considered this and then said, “Then let’s look at the designs in Platinum.”
Patty found a wedding set of Platinum bands with intricate scroll patterns that met with both Bobby’s and JR’s approval. Kelly then showed her a selection of Platinum engagement rings with a variety of settings. Patty was having difficulty deciding before JR pointed out a trillium cut setting in yellow gold that caught his eye. Bobby asked Kelly if the same setting could be made on a Platinum band, and she assured him that it could. Patty examined the setting and really had to admire her son’s taste in rings. She could envision what the ring would look like in Platinum, but more importantly, sitting on her finger beside the wedding band that was her ultimate desire, and she couldn’t have been more pleased.
“Thank you, JR,” she said as she kissed his cheek.
Kelly smiled and said, “Now all we need to do is decide on a stone.”
Bobby jokingly said, “Oh just toss the cheapest cubic zirconium you have onto it and let’s get going.”
Kelly gasped, but Patty just nibbled on Bobby’s ear lobe and said, “Let’s not go to extremes in either direction, okay?”
Using various other gemstones and diamonds as a guide, they decided on a 3 carat as the appropriate size for the setting. Kelly located several high-quality stones in New York and made arrangements to have them sent to Fort Worth for evaluation. Patty told Kelly she trusted her judgment on the perfect stone and Bobby concurred. They were told that the rings should be sized and ready by the middle of the next week and that Kelly would call to confirm their completion.
Kelly went to a computer and created a composite image of what the finished rings would look like and printed out colored copies for Patty. Bobby paid for the wedding bands and a put a sizeable deposit on the engagement ring.
When they returned to the car Bobby asked them, “Do either of you have any place you need to be for the rest of the day?”
Patty smiled and said, “My schedule is totally clear. JR?”
“I’m okay,” he said.
Bobby gave the driver instructions before turning back to Patty and JR, “Then let’s go ride some roller coasters.”
Earlier that morning, it had taken Mikhailov three attempts to reach Aleksey Butorin before he answered his phone.
“What took you so long?” screamed Mikhailov when his call was finally answered.
A weak Butorin replied, “I am just now able to move to pick up my phone. I awoke totally paralyzed and have only begun to gain movement again.”
Mikhailov heard a gasp from the phone, and then there were several screams as Butorin tried to summon his own bodyguards, but like Mikhailov earlier, he would receive no reply. It took several minutes before Butorin returned to the phone.
“Boris, I need to go find someone. There are two strange men in my bed where my wife should be...”
“Shut up,” shouted Mikhailov. “That is why I am calling you.”
“You did this? Why Boris?”
“I did not do this you fool! I woke up to the same situation as you over an hour ago, only my phone call was from the person who is claiming responsibility. If you will listen, I will tell you what I was told to communicate to you and Konstantin Ivankov.”
“Ivankov too?”
“That is what I was told,” said Mikhailov, “but he will not be able to confirm this for another two hours. He will be paralyzed like you and I were until that time.”
“Please start by telling me where my wife is,” said Butorin.
“If your situation is the same as mine, your wife and children have been abducted, along with all your bodyguards. My man, Vitaly Kazan has come over and reviewed the security camera data and there is nothing. All the camera feeds were jammed somehow during the night and when they came back on, they showed nothing of what happened. Once I confirm that Ivankov has also been visited, I need to explain to each of you the demands being made by the Suka.”
“The Suka did this?”
Mikhailov replied, “The Bitch Wars have started again, and I’m afraid we may not survive this time Comrade.”
Exactly two hours later, Mikhailov had a similar conversation with Konstantin Ivankov. He made arrangements for the three Brothers to chat on a conference call that evening.
Ivankov was not sitting idly by and waiting. He wanted answers. Waking next to two men that he recognized as being part of the assault team sent to deal with the Harpers, and knowing that the operation he had initiated likely triggered what had happened, he summoned Ginzburg to the beach.
“What in the hell happened?” It took all of Ivankov’s strength to moderate the words he wanted to shout at the top of his lungs.
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