In the kitchen is abulletin board with your daily schedule, uniform schedule, etc. You willalso serve and service anyone else I tell you as if they we...e me. Andthis is your life till I get rid of you."With that I started a new phase of my life.My duties were posted as promised on the bulletin board in the kitchen.Every morning an alarm clock awoke me at 5:30AM. I crawled from my criband spent the next 30 minutes cleaning up, putting makeup on anddressing. Invariably I wore one of my little girl. I sensed, rather than saw, that a sheen of mum's love juices had flooded on to her thighs which she had spread wide, still arching her bottom off the settee towards brother-in-law's tool. He had slipped down his trousers and poised his muscley thighs between mum's totally abandoned legs. There was to be no finesse. Both mother-in-law and son-in-law were lost to the lewdest of sensual lust, and I raised my head slightly, panting almost in time with the mating before my widening gaze. Suddenly. Arecibo was no longer the focal point of conversation, sadly.The President of the United States was awakened so abruptly that he thought it was another terrorist attack!When he was told why he was awakened, he nearly exploded, "Of all the inane bullshit reasons to screw me out of a good night's sleep, you have to pull this one? I'll have somebody's ass in a sling if this doesn't turn out to be legitimate."Very soon, what began as first contact degenerated into a game of 'twenty questions', only. Several mysteries, actually, Stefan sometimes disappearing with his mom into one of their rooms, or Inge with him or her father. There could be a million reasons. Fortunately, I’d stuff to read.Off to the beach again — the Swedish-American Family Expedition we now called ourselves — this time Stefan, the one to lotion me. I sat perfectly still as he took down my top, and even stiller when he did my legs, not that far up at the beginning, but finishing against my hem.Fortunately, again his.