" Like the servant girl begged when you transformed her and her family?"All blood was gone from his face. He desperately wished to rush at her andtake...the hawk; stop her from doing this; but he had no right to act insuch a way to his mistress. He was only her slave. If she chose to do thisto him then it was her right."Please your highness," he stammered. "Let me serve you in any way youwish but do not do this to me." It's done," she said and grasped the hawk in both hands. "It is my wishthat. My parents were gone and I didn't feel like being alone so I pestered him to take me along.He protested but after much pleading he agreed. This back in 1971 and coming from a strict family I always had to wear dresses or skirts and my parents refused to let me wear mini,s like some other girls. I had bought one but never showed them so I took this oppurtunity to wear it as I knew my brother would not tell them, especially since he had me sucking his cock everyday for the past 2 years, but that. “Let’s make this interesting today, shall we baby girl? If you remain quiet you will get what you want, when you moan or purr, well I am not going to tell you what will happen, but it will be quiet different. Do you understand?” “Yes Sir, I understand.” My mind is racing trying to decide what this means, is it worth it to let myself go? I decide that I will try to remain quiet as long as I can for I do so love the way he eats pussy. As he sucks on my clit hard and I feel spasms already building. They sat two tables over, giving him the chance to observe them without being too obvious. They were both about five foot eight, with loose wavy hair flowing down past the shoulders, and dressed and acted like they could be sisters, but lacked the facial similarity to be sisters. He put the older one at early thirties, slim, athletic, and auburn haired, but with a fashionable wispy lock of blonde on her left side. The younger one he guessed at perhaps mid-twenties, built similarly, same hair.