The door was open and the driver and his aide had already begun to load our luggage onto the jet who was idling nearby. Laughing, she called out again... ‘Come on Charlie, we don’t want to keep Papa waiting.’ As we loaded onto the private jet, I took a seat on one of the plush leather reclining chairs that faced toward the rear of the plane. Isabella chose the seat opposite me and proceeded to pour us glasses of a 25 year old Hankey Bannister blended Scotch from her father’s private collection.. Can't... help you. I quit." Saying so, she closed her wingsand began to plummet toward the ground beneath.I stared after Abigail for a moment, mouth open, but no words coming out.I wanted to go after her, to beg her to reconsider, but I wasn't surewhat I could say. Indeed, she'd made the decision based purely on what Idid say, and unless I was willing to come clean and speak the truth Icouldn't see Abigail changing her mind. As such, as much as it hurt myheart, I could do nothing but let her. He was moaningsoftly now and I was bobbing my head up and down getting him closer andcloser.....And then I began to feel funny. I realized that I was totally naked.As in I didn't have my jeans on! My body was changing, and quickly.Meanwhile, Jason's cock was in my mouth. My tits were gone and I couldfeel my own cock between my legs. And then Jason's cock exploded in mymouth. It tasted sour and disgusting, but I had to swallow it all. Ohmy god, where are those jeans?I finally spied them on. I purposely kept my voice down so if we were followed, whoever would follow wouldn't be able to hear what I was saying."Well, old friend, looks like we will be changing our plans a little. Can you make arrangements for us to be taken off the island by boat in the night?" That is no problem, Jon, as long as I have enough time to get things in motion. Also, I need to tell you that if you are planning what I think you are, Sylveen and I have decided to go with you. I haven't been to the monastery.