Coincidence be screwed, this queen was being fucked by my aunts husband, simple as that! A few other details followed, that left me in absolutely no d...ubt that Rob was leading a double existence. Gail, mom’s sister was married to Rob. Gail was about thirty-three years old, and Rob thirty-four. Gail was eleven years younger than my mom, and because of their differing ages, I had always referred to them as Rob and Gail, dispensing with the aunt and uncle formalities. Rob was a hot man, and I had. He seems to be an art lover.’ I shook my head. ‘Chrissie, don’t get side-tracked. The job is the crystal and the journal. Anything else is asking for trouble.’ ‘The trouble with you, Erica,’ said Chrissie, ‘is that your thinking is too limited. The statue is too big, yeah. But the little glass figures are small, light, easy to carry and will likely get a nice price. Why the hell should we leave money on the table?’ I rolled my eyes. ‘Whatever you want, Chrissie.’ ‘Damn straight,’ she said. ‘In. It's round, it's pale, I blush easily, but it's open and honest. I see thinner faces that I think look mean, or bored, or vain, and I prefer mine. Sometimes, anyway. Then there was my top. Yeah, I'm pretty big and square-shouldered. Dad would make that crack about how I should have gone out for football, even after it was obvious that it bugged me. But as I unbuttoned my blouse my boobs were big and round, boys liked that, let the room get dark at a party and my big boobs suddenly got more. Some small change was however there and that was what scared me. I seemed to enjoy putting on the make up and the sexy dresses. The feel of the light smooth skirts on my legs and the unrestricted movement that trousers don't provide usually left me quite excited.Some of this was noticed by Rohana, the head slave, who must have reported this to Princess Laila. The princess used to tease me and call me a sissy and such reports pleased her immensely.That I had become a complete slave was for sure..