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I awoke to find daylight streaming in through cracks in the curtains seconds before I heard the soft knock on my door.

"Yes?" I called out, striving to keep the nervous tremor out of my voice as Samantha swept into the room, breakfast tray in hand.

"Where do you want this?", she asked brightly, cocking her head towards the coffee and toast that lay spread upon the tray.

"Ughhh, anywhere", I stammered, " Ummm, thanks."

"No sweat" Sam grinned widely as she carefully placed the tray on my bedside table before perching daintily on the edge of my mattress.

I just wanted to talk to you about last..." she began before stopping abruptly.

"Oops", she squealed childishly as her hand slipped between the bed sheets to remove the object she had sat upon.

My stomach lurched and my face burned red hot as I immediately recognised the vibrator that she clutched in one hand.

"Well, well, well" she smirked in transparent enjoyment, "who'd have thought it?" ...

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