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With a sly smile, she slips Mr. Pink out of her bag, hiding it beneath the tablecloth. Her foot finds the power button, and the vibrations start, sending thrills up her leg. She strokes the toy, her hand moving rhythmically, as she engages in dinner conversation, her secret pleasure growing with each pulse of Mr. Pink.