Yes.

"Yes, I'll take your free sample. Has this been used before?"

Ann gave her a sidelong grin. "It would be a sin if it hadn't... or if it had, I suppose. Either way, it has been thoroughly cleaned and carries no pathogens that might cause the lady discomfort."

Ann sashayed to the window and retrieved the item, placing it in a foot-long gift box and gently wrapping a ribbon around to close it. Sarah grabbed the box roughly and proudly marched out.

As the door closed Ann quietly said, "See you tomorrow madam," even though she knew that was not the woman's intent.

Sarah snorted as she hailed a taxi. "Best deal of my life," she said to herself; I'll never see that pretentious little "Shoppe" again, and this thing must be worth a fortune.

When she arrived home and had ensured no-one was around except her servant Thomas, who was downstairs dusting, she opened the box and admired its contents.

It was a ten-inch long, two-inch diameter cylinder of crystal, smoothed on both ends. One end was constricted slightly an inch or so from the end, giving it a look not unlike a man's member. The whole was made of transparent quartz and had a natural slight slickness to it. A close examination revealed not a single flaw or inclusion. This thing would be worth a fortune.

Her original intent had been to sell it, but now that she saw it glistening in the light she felt differently. One little try wouldn't hurt; she could have Thomas clean and polish it afterward. Plus, in the last year of his life, her husband hadn't been in any condition to satisfy her. She deserved it.

Sarah set the gift box aside and carefully undressed. Her eyebrows raised suddenly – what if Thomas came in to ask some inane question and found her en flagrante? That would not do; she quietly walked over and locked the bedroom door.

As she returned to her bed she felt a little thrill of naughtiness. A quick finger-swipe showed she was already wet in her private place; anticipation is a harsh mistress. "I think I'll skip the preliminaries for now; I'd rather have the main event."

She sat down on the bed and spread her legs. Yes, the moisture was clearly visible; this shouldn't even need any lube. She placed the contoured end of the device against the opening of her vagina and pressed lightly. It slid in with just enough resistance to make her gasp. A moment later she shoved it and the nearly-forgotten sensation of a man's thrusting hammer brought back memories of pleasure.

As Sarah forcefully thrust the shaft into herself and gently slid it back out she savoured each sensation. Her husband would have tired out or spent himself fairly quickly, but the dildo was responding to her needs. Each violent penetration drove to the depth of her soul, relentlessly pushing her towards a climax. She had never been properly satisfied like this before and she decided she liked it. With the old man out of the way she could find a lover to do this to her every night; if not, she still had the crystal.

As her passion built, she started screaming. Her voice rose in pitch with her pleasure until a final scream of passion filled the room and her juices sprayed like a fire hose. Her whole body shuddered and shook from the intensity. Finally, after a few minutes of afterglow, she pulled the shaft out of herself and nestled it between her ample breasts. Her last thought as she drifted into satisfied slumber was that Thomas would have to clean the room up later.