It looked like I was going to have to intervene. I stepped my way through the minds of the people running interference for him until I found Capt. Jam...s Hudson. Time was running out, so I simply moved in and took him over. Capt. James Hudson, you are now my slave. You may speak to me with your mind. Remain silent so that we will not arouse outside attention.Yes, Master. What do you want from me?You will approve the combined operation with Homeland Security tomorrow. Otherwise, your actions will. Even covered by a thigh length coat, I knew that I looked like a slut as I walked through the foyer to the hotel bar, I could see people looking at me and it was clear they were wondering if I was a hooker. Shame stirred in me and I thought about the things I would be doing later tonight, he'd told me how much he was looking forward to using and degrading me. As he'd described all the ways in which he'd fuck, tease and humiliate me I'd been so turned on, waves of lust washing through my body,. Going to sleep that night he was aware that he could feel the longer hair on his pillow, ticking his ears.He woke groggily - and stumbled through the bathroom to take a leak. He always slept naked, and as he stood there, something didn't feel right. Was it his posture? Something just felt different. He pissed, and went back to his room to look in the full-length mirror. There were his nipples - they had grown more, in fact they looked like women's nipples. He had seen enough of those in his. She was wearing a sleek red dress with flowing sleeves, and hadn’t brought her own sword, either.“Where’s Sarette?” she asked.“Ambassador Tomek didn’t invite her, only her uncle. I asked Katrin, but she insists she doesn’t have anything to wear.”“Oh, I should have taken her with me this afternoon—I didn’t think about that. I tried to convince Boktar he should come with us tonight, but he just laughed at me.” She looked at the carriage, then down at her dress, and frowned.“Do you need help.