He was the talk of the town with most saying he was just like his grandfather. He farmed the little acreage and spent most of his time hunting, fishin... or fucking off. Yep, a true ne'er do well for sure even if he was a nice guy.Over the course of the summer and next winter Beatrice would occasionally drive through town or stop at the post office. She was seen much more frequently than before her marriage. She drove a nice Lexus SUV and was always dressed in designer clothes.Shortly after. Brown, just don't report me." You'll have to do exactly what I ask." Of course. I promise. What do you want me to do?" Well," began Mr. Brown slowly, "I understand that you have an interest in photography." I suppose so," she agreed."We have that in common. I am an avid photographer." Really?" she questioned. "I don't see any of your work around here." That's true. My photos are not the kind one displays in public. They are a lot more like the sort of photos you like to take in supermarkets.". “It’s just to keep me warm” I said.“It’s summer and 100 degrees out” he replied.I hung my head as he told me “I was hoping it might be something else”.I let my robe open up and hang at my sides.“And the panties? They keep you warm too?” he laughed at me.He stepped forward and slid my robe off and I offered no resistance to him. He turned me around and bent me over the kitchen island. He slid my panties to the side and started to run his tongue over my ass. I could feel his hot tongue. Later they were let outside where the dogs played with her, Frank and his lady friend sat on the patio drinking coffee and watching them, when she wanted to have a poo she had to do it with them watching her, then one of the dogs cleaned her, both dogs used her before they were taken in late evening, and fed. On Sunday Frank phoned Leo and asked him if could keep her until Wednesday morning because the dogs enjoyed her company and he would pay the extra Leo agreed. On Sunday night Frank had.