I couldn't help but smile inwardly. The formerly reserved Wendy, freed from the controlled existence she'd tolerated for so long, had blossomed into a...vivacious people-person over the years. I occasionally took delight in watching her surreptitiously as she flitted from table to table, chatting effortlessly with diners in both English and Mandarin, clearly in her element.I stole up behind her quietly, brushed her long hair aside before she knew it, and planted a kiss on the back of her neck.. " I'm sure we could. Where there's a will there's a way." Whose will?" Both, particularly mine, and your willy." My willy? That's not very complimentary and very un-princesslike." Sorry, Sire! What about King Willy as in an endearment for King William?" Why not King James? That's my name." 'Cos you haven't got a James or a Jimmie between your legs!" Vulgar wench! I probably ought to spank you again for lese majeste but come on let's shower." Yes, Sire!" and she bounced off the bed and headed. I made my patient wet my breast... I was proud tô see the translucent goo tô stain my breast. I brushed, spread until the cock touched my beak.- Feel it, huh? It's Pris's beak... Look how tasty, a masturbing, a handjob with the little beak on my chest... Makes him hard, it does! Go.... Harden my beak.The big, hot stalk was walking among his breasts. I'd stretch my body and wet my pussy.... The beak in my chest was throbbing, a strange thing. I was delirious... I was in loved... Loved.- Cum Jeff. Instead she snuggled closer and it wasn't long before we drifted off to sleep.I awoke to the feeling of Lindz's eyes boring into me."Will you do it?" Do what?" I grumbled, still half asleep."Pierce my pussy?"I was instantly awake. On many levels I could empathize about the frustration of wanting a piercing that seemed forever out of your reach and then the excitement at finding out it could be a reality. Her enthusiasm was contagious and I found myself growing aroused by the idea, but still.