I don't know who he is. I don't know anything about him. But somehow I knowthat he made this happen, yet I can't do anything about it."Stop admiring y...urself," he says. "You're here to serve me. Come here."I walk towards the bed, standing right in front of him."Take off your apron."I obey, letting it fall on the floor. He puts his hands on my behind,feeling my round, feminine butt. Then he lets go."Go finish undressing in front of the mirror."I walk to the mirror, facing it. I take off the. Meanwhile we took a laptop at home so that we can have a direct web chat with dad and there is lower communication barrier with us, along with that I opened up a Facebook account for mom so that she gets used to internet and laptop, as she can also use it. She added many of our relatives and dad’s friends and her friends to her list and I helped her for the same. One day it happened I wanted the laptop for some project of mine and I took it to my room for work, as we have Wi-Fi at home internet. I squinted across the room and saw a sign that was probably the one I wanted and headed over. It was the right place, although the restroom was down a set of stairs and at the end of a short, dim hallway. As I washed my hands I took a deep breath, grateful for the momentary quiet. I could still feel the bass but it was a soothing thrum compared to being out in the main room. I stepped into the corridor and found Lia waiting. “I missed you,” she said. Her eyes raked over me. I knew what I looked. She was the first one who had bothered to explain the looks some innocent granddads, who just liked to watch kids play, got when they stopped to watch. There were those suspicious looks from the perv patrol. Shame too much coverage of the guilty people tainted the water for the innocent.I went back to my camper to lay down. My back was bothering me a little more than usual. It was probably the newest movements which used different muscles and put a strain on different joints.Two hours later I.