It looked like his video camera tripod, but without the camera. Rick had modified the camera mount to accommodate a large butt plug. The plug was 3/4"...at the top and gradually swelled to 1-1/2" at the base and nearly seven inches long. Rick set up the tripod under Jess and cranked the plug up near her virgin hole. He grabbed the lube and liberally applied it to her new toy. He then ran his lubed fingers around, then slowly in her tight hole. Jessica stood on her tip toes trying to prevent him. I envisioned the headlines already: local burger employee harasses popular teen influencer online. I opened Tabitha’s profile. She had over a thousand photos! It would take me forever to go through and like them all. Even so, I began rampantly hitting like one at a time, while sweat trickled down my cheeks. I almost felt like I was trying to disarm a nuclear bomb, such was the intensity. I could hear Tabitha giggling through the speakerphone, as no doubt the notifications popped up. “That’s it,. " Was the reply. "It could be a delayed action job or a dud. These Commies they can't put together a decent bomb, not like the Jerries could, so its probably a dud."Cutting through St James Park David reached the mall. To his right, the remains of Buckingham Palace, to his immediate left Admiralty Arch and visible through it "The Citadel" or better known to those who worked in her "The Gingerbread". David couldn't see the connection. It was a large brown concrete box — but gingerbread? He shook. I told him to come ahead. We would make supper when they got here as I had steaks and beer for all. He said great and hung up. I sat there for I didn't know how long, holding the cell in my hand. Tran came in and kissed me on the forehead and said lunch was ready if I was interested. I followed her to the kitchen and was greeted by two crying girls and Sandra, who had a shocked and puzzled look on her face as she watched them sob. I couldn't figure out what was going on until I saw what was on.