She had grown up with a large, supportive family, who although they never had much money, did, however, have an over-abundance of love and affection t... give her. She no doubt did all the things that other little witches did and had all the same interests. When she grew older she started at Hogwarts and she became prettier, more gregarious, seriously interested in Quidditch—and boys! She had also inherited her family's well-balanced attitude to life and their high moral values. She was, Harry. “Countdown to liftoff?” I said.Denise nodded.“3 … 2 … 1,” we counted together.Our underwear hit the floor at about the same time. My cock was standing out, so hard it almost ached. Denise revealed a thick bush of brown hair, a few shades darker than the hair on her head, over large, pink lips.“May I touch it?” she asked, sounding a bit unsure.“Yes. Be gentle. I’m pretty aroused already. May I touch yours?”“Of course.”We moved closer. Denise took my cock in her finger, gave it a light squeeze,. . not me... I... am... a Princess... not me... no... no... no ...” went on Xena as she shuddered uncontrollably. Her eyes were wide and imploring. Venetia went on smiling. “Correction,” she said. “You WERE a Princess. Now you are a slave. And, as you know, girl, all slaves are shaven and pierced.” “N-NOOO... SPARE ME THAT!” Xena’s voice was now loud and urgent. Her utter helplessness was bringing her to the fringes of panic. “As I said before,” went on Venetia smoothly, “you are a special case.. "Taste it. Wrap your senses around it so you will recognize it the next time you lock onto this substance." Okay," I said, with grandpa's thoughts echoing mine, and we did, trying to get a feel for what we had hold of. How do you describe that though? I didn't have anything to compare it to at the time, but later would describe this particular one as hard and 'pokey'. Yeah, a good technical description, I know."Good," Bud said after a while. "What you are locked onto is a molecule of silicon.