Adrenalin flooded my veins as the dog strained on the chain and barked its head off. The front door opened flooding the yard with light, dispelling wh...t little cover I had. "What are you barking at?" came a voice from the door. How the hell were they already at the door? Whoever they were, they would see me any moment. I bolted. All pretense of stealth vanishing. "Woah, who the hell!?" the voice shouted as I sprinted down the street. More shouts followed but I did not hear them. I rushed up the. Please, would you just fuck me? Please!” I scream, turning to look at him.I instantly regret giving in to the need to have him take me but the thought of what he will do after I’ve spoken excites and thrills me.“Angel, I will decide when I fuck you, not you. Right now, I’m just enjoying playing with you.”More spanks follow and his hand leaves a print first on my right cheek and then my left. My arse flinches with each of the smacks that he applies. Each one makes me moan in pleasure, each moan. They had one of those bristle brushes on a little platform that a caring fella could use to brush off the road filth acquired by walking anywhere in town.Folks must not have cared because the area surrounding the appliance was the only clean (relative term) place on the boardwalk in front of the inn.I got to thinking about the nasty shit in the shit and decided I didn’t want to be breathing ... or eating it.I used the brush. Something told me I was going to get static from somebody about. “Well, like I said, my online friends are a very nosy bunch. When they see the government raiding a normal looking place with no easy-to-find paperwork saying why or at least giving a good lie ... well, they are a very nosy bunch,” Uncle Justin expounded, “but I think I kept their attention away for a while by telling them I was going to look into it since I too am a nosy one.”The chat conversation Uncle Justin and his online friends had continued for another hour with friend after friend all.