Was that the problem?)Then as the fourth unfulfilled Saturday approached I received—I think it was on a Thursday—an out-of-the-blue buoyant text f...om Frank. It read something like:It’s me. I live in the trailer park? You been here before. Want to cum over Sat around 2? Wear your little panties?!?!I was simultaneously relieved, elated and, well, deflated. Frank, by then, had fucked me multiple times. We’d exchanged countless emails and texts. Did he honestly think I had multiple “Franks” in my. I decided to have a hot bath, my daughter was still full of energy and playing around and didn't want to bath yet. while running myself a hot bath with oil and foam bath, I went with my daughter to her room to fetch her dolls to take back to mine. I closed and locked the bedroom door and switched on the tv, putting an animation on for her to watch while I relaxed in the bath a while. She sat on the bed with her dolls playing and watching tv, while I went to relax in the bath. I laid reading a. "Here you are, Mrs D get this nice and wet so we can play with it." Like a magician, Mr Smith produced a cute butt plug and held it in front of my face. Although the shiny, chrome business end shone brightly, it was overshadowed by the pink crystal top. I was in uncharted territory now. In all the clips I'd watched, not one featured a butt plug, chrome or otherwise. But, what Mr Smith wanted me to do wasn't exactly rocket science. I gazed at the toy for what seemed an age, unable to suppress. " I'm sure that we could arrange to launch any number of conventional warheads if necessary." Alright. Do whatever you need to do," he murmured dejectedly.The Farm was located about ten kilometres outside the New Arizona city limits, set amongst the foothills of the mountain range where the Syntel Production Facility was located. Hidden in the midst of a few hundred hectares of scrub, it was ringed by a five metre high electrified fence topped with razor wire.Emily parked the military truck.