Hung, strung housewife

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"Well what the fuck have we got here?" Jack asked, pulling a long, shiny metal vibrator from the drawer and holding it up in front of Rachel. "You got a special surprise hidden in everything you're selling or you just forget to clean this little treasure out?"

"Give me that back!" Rachel gasped, reaching for the sleek silver vibrator. Jack pulled it easily out of her grasp. "That's not for sale and it doesn't belong to you! Give it back this instant!"

Rachel glanced about the yard nervously, but thankfully no one else was around. Her big yard was filled with clothes and furniture and boxes of tools and kitchen utensils, but for the moment it was empty of people. Rachel breathed a sigh of relief. The yard sale had been a huge success so far, but she could never have stood her friends and neighbors discovering that she kept a vibrator to take care of herself after Bob, her husband, had done his sexy seconds of fucking, filled her up with his nasty spunk and rolled over to go to sleep.

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