A thousand questions hit me at once. How bad was it? Was there a break-in? Did she try to harm herself? Do they think I had something to do with whate...ver happened? Did she accuse me of something? I got myself under control and politely thanked the man. Then I quickly tossed a few things together and left for the hospital, shocked that it was possible for this night to have become any more difficult.I entered the hospital and was directed to the emergency room. Once there, I was informed that. How would she sound during an orgasm? What will she say? Or will she scream? Will she want more? Would she be up for it? Would she break up with her boyfriend and become a lesbian and stay with Karly? All the thoughts were pacing around in her skull as she pressed down on her clit, rubbing slowly at first. As it was getting harder she went faster, and faster, and pressed harder. Just as the orgasm was coming along she heard three hard knocks on the door.Karly jumped out of her fantasies and ran. Nicole disappeared from the studio for a few minutes returning with an amused look on her face. She stood in front of me bending over to show me the plug, firmly inserted. The rubber tab that keeps the plug from disappearing into her ass was not causing too much distortion so I felt I could continue to work. Nicole laughed, ‘It feels funny getting paid to excite myself!’ She resumed her place on the posing stage and I began to work. There was no doubt she was stimulated and I was striving to. It was the package for a home pregnancy test. I stood in surprise as I stared down at it. I had a 'what-the-fuck'? moment, when I realized that the only reason for the presence of such a thing in our trash can, was that my wife thought she might be pregnant---but since she and I hadn't really had much (if any) of a sex life together in quite a few years, the significance of my discovery was all the more...surprising, you could say.I let the lid to the trash can fall shut and I went back into.