As you thought that to yourself, your champagne glass cracked, sending both the bubbly and shards of glass all over your arm, which you were then forc...ed to clean with a deep, annoyed sigh. This should have been interpreted as a pretty bad omen, in hindsight.You knew CEDIT had no above-ground offices, but all subterranean offices must be accessed through some kind of entrance, obviously. In this case, you entered through what appeared to be a tourist information center and golf course, but. ." Then he got a good look at the newly Transformed Witch. "Daphne!?"Daphne gave him a short wave. "Hi, Unc. By the way, this is Jenny Welker."He extended his hand to me. "Pleased to meet you."I shook his hand, and a tall, big breasted woman ran in. She said, "Peter, what's- Elizabeth? What are you doing here? I sensed no penetration of the shields. And where is... Daphne?!"Elizabeth said, "It's a long story. But, to make a long story short, Daphne met this sorceress, Transformed, got a hold of. She had become proficient with the toy and a flick of her finger caused the yo-yo to ride up the string and slap against her palm. She clutched it in her small hand.Matilda dragged a kitchen chair to the door and climbed onto it. She peered through the peep hole. She recognized Detective Grafton immediately. He was yelling at a uniformed policeman. When the policeman tried to talk back, Grafton shoved him so hard he stumbled backwards and crashed into the wall. The policeman looked stunned."I. . that feels so good. . . so much better than when I feel it myself!”I imagined my sixteen year old daughter masturbating after that statement. I pictured it, seeing her delicate body on her bed with her own hands running over her teenage sensuality. To tell the truth, I was glad she felt herself. I did not have to worry about anything as long as she did.“Oh daddy, I’ve never felt my clit react like this before. Your finger is drawing it out even more than when I feel it. God, daddy, keep.