"I'm magic. My clothes aremagic. Now, you--or, rather, your breasts--are magic, too."Tiffany cupped her enlarged breasts in her hands and squeezed the....They were real, not an illusion. They were genuine, not a fantasy."Wow!"Charisma?s hands swept over Tiffany's breasts. The enchantress' long,slender fingers curled as they compressed the silken mounds, makingdeep indentations in the ivory flesh. Tiffany moaned, letting her ownhands fall from her bosom as she squirmed on the couch, angling. Then I saw my Venus butterfly sitting onthe night stand so I slipped my dress and panties off and slipped it on.After I had it in place I turned it on low to enjoy the buzzing on mypussy lips and clit.I knew that you should be able to wear the Venus butterfly all day longso I decided to try walking around the room with it in place. Whilewalking around the room naked I had a wonderful idea. I called the frontdesk and asked to have Bobby sent up to carry my bags to my car.When Bobby knocked on. Not as long as my dick and an inch in diameter, so it's no big deal.' 'No. No, God no. That's not right. You can't be serious. Not possibly serious.' 'What? You'd rather it was a dildo?' She looked at me pleading. 'Yes. God help me, oh please, yes I would.' 'No such luck sweets. But I am, yes I am serious. So what do you think of that?' 'You.. No.. No, God no.. No. God help me. No. You can't mean it. It's impossible?' 'What you think, it won't. Finally there was Charlotte Witter, fifteen year old homeless girlwith a juvenile a rap sheet. No credit cards, drivers licence. Just abirth certificate and some school transcripts. Interesting. I'm a badgirl. I chuckled. Resisting arrest. Assault. Vandalism. Disorderlyconduct. New York City Central Park Curfew Violations. Hang on. Thisis... God I've pretty much done all of this stuff. Hah. Someone has asense of humour. I laughed, a sound edged with unease not humour.Four fake identities..