She reached across the table to put her hand on Rob's arm. Looked around at our fellow guests. Nobody was paying attention to us, thank heavens."Rob, ...id you know those are the exact words your grandparents used to describe us when we were your age?"Emily started to laugh once more. Her laughs turned to hiccups, and I swatted her between her shoulder blades."So, Mom," said Rob, "when did this happen? I mean, how come they were watching, anyway?"Emily leaned over to kiss Rob on his cheek."They. Ysabela was far from uneducated. She was just the oldest of her sisters, and being in the States she could make enough money to live here as well as send money home and put back a bit of savings. Dad paid her well for her position. She didn't mind me sitting in the kitchen talking with her, even at first. After a while she treated me like her little sister. She had a sister my age back home, so I was a convenient substitute in a lot of ways.None of this would have happened but for her abilities. She had a butt plug in her ass and had been playing with her nipples frequently. Robert had mentioned a scenario where he would treat her as a “Hucow.” He was going to milk her and lead her around the bedroom like a barnyard animal.“Hello, Master Robert,” Betty tried to get his attention. She told him she had been preparing for him all day. “Just don’t write on me like you did before, please. That cost me a little business,” She joked.“I am so sorry about that. I’d like to make it up to you,”. To be honest, I don’t think she’ll be OK at all. The Royal House isn’t where she ought to be. I wanted her to have a normal life, and she’s not going to get that from our little ‘Marie Antoinette’.’ ‘Can’t you talk to anyone?’ ‘To who, Cecilia? Who am I gonna talk to? The Prime Minster? He’s got his hands too full as it is and right now can’t afford a fight with the Grand Duke. To my supervisor at the Ministry? No…’cause he’ll support Anyia. It’s a tradition the Royals get the pick of any.