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with her on top, riding him like a bucking bronco. Oh, that looked good, and I wanted it, too. I ripped open the box. One more glance at the illustration, and I knew that the weird extension was a clitoris massager.
    My attention went back to the screen, and I watched how she moved up and down on his shaft. I’ve never been on top when Mark and I did it, but she sure made it look like it was worth a try.
    I kneeled on the sofa and put Mr. Rabbit directly under me. I lowered myself down on it, rotated the device so that the extension cradled my clit, and flipped the switch. I watched the shaft disappear within me, and I contracted my muscles around it. Waves of pleasure rippled through me, and I marveled at how quickly I was brought to orgasm.  
    It didn’t stop at one little shudder. No, it was a series of explosions from my deepest core. I lost all sense of where I was and rode Mr. Rabbit again and again. When my thighs and knees felt weak with exhaustion from propping me up, I flipped over on my back, knees spread apart, and fucked myself silly with my Rabbit. The contractions didn’t stop, and neither did I.
    My hand was numb from grasping the buzzing vibrator, and that’s the only reason I shut it off. As I pulled Mr. Rabbit from my private chamber, I realized it was the clit massager that kept the desire going. Yesterday’s toy was a joke compared to this baby.  
    Yeah, I’ll be taking this model, and let me know what other colors it comes in. I wanted to make sure if one malfunctioned, I wouldn’t be left without a backup.
    I remained on the sofa for several minutes, running my fingers over the folds of my moist pussy. I dared not touch my clit because I knew that would start me going crazy with Mr. Rabbit all over again, and I couldn’t stay in there forever. Glancing over at the television, I saw a black screen. I guess Mr. and Mrs. Horny were done, too.
    I got up and put on my clothes. I grabbed the nightie, corset, garter, stockings, and bra and thong set. I put Mr. Rabbit back in his box to take with me. Then I got a queasy feeling. What if Blondie had come in here while I was in my frenzy?  
    I peeked out through the curtains. Blondie was on a ladder, setting up a display on the wall opposite the cash register. She looked over when she heard me pull the curtains aside.
    “All set?”
    I nodded and marched over to the counter to put the bundle down. Blondie joined me at the register.
    “I came in before to see how you were doing, but you were so busy, you didn’t see me, and I didn’t want to disturb you.”  
    I’m sure I turned bright red, but Blondie appeared not to notice or chose to ignore it. She continued as if what she saw me do was a commonplace occurrence.
    “So, what else will you do to make sure your Saturday night date is one to remember?” she asked.
    “I know it’s going to take more than some sexy undies. I’m planning a complete makeover at my salon—haircut and color, manicure, and a pedicure.”
    “Uh huh. Are you going to the same place you usually go to?”
    “Oh, yes. I’ve been going to Carmen & Tito’s for years.”
    “Can I make a suggestion?” Blondie didn’t wait for my approval. “Keep going to the same place, and you’ll keep getting the same thing. Know what I mean?”
    She had a point. I ran a hand through my hair. “Do you have any suggestions?”
    “Here is the name and number of where I go. Tell them I sent you, and that you want the works. They’ll fit you in, even on a Saturday, if you mention my name.”
    “Great, thanks, Blondie. You’ve been so nice. I wish there was something I could do for you.”
    “Well, honey, there is.”
    “Name it. It’s yours.”
    “First you get yourself dolled up, and have the night of your life on Saturday. Then, if all works out like I know it will, plan a party for all your girlfriends. Tell them about what you did, and ask them if they’d like to spice up their lives, too. You fill your house with about