"Over there, on the shelf with the spare cutlery," I tell him.Destiny may have cast me in the role of hotel dogsbody, but I'm buggeredif I'll let it t...rn me into a waitress.This admittedly offhand response elicits a baleful stare from Norah, whohas returned carrying a tray laden with slabs of treacle sponge puddingthat would fulfil a far more useful function as foundation stones. It's mycue to beat a hasty retreat; although I don't think she'd bawl me out infront of paying customers, I'm not. ‘That’s your own Sister, Raj Malik! Sale apni Behan ko vasna bhari nazar se kion dekh raha hai tu behnchod? (bastard, why are you looking at your own sister with lust, you sisterfucker Raj Malik?) I reprimanded myself.When we got to the room Alka didi turned to me and gave me a hug. ‘You look so handsome,’ she said, smiling at me. As my sister hugged me I could smell her scent and feel her breasts pushing against my chest. I put my arms around her and pulled her tight and I couldn’t stop my. It kind of surprised me that dad wasn't taking pictures. But then I noticed that there were half a dozen movie cameras scattered discreetly around the room on tripods. There's a little red light glowing on the front of each one. I assume we'll be getting a copy of the movie before long.It looked like dad was going to be left out. All the other adult males in the room are already happily groping a female body. But Cal turned out to be too good a host to let that happen. He called out, "Karen!. .n I habe ah name." Well my dear, you certainly do not sound like a grown up much less aman. However, I agree with you and will call you Miss Priss from now on.Everyone should have a name and you look so much like a prissy littlegirl that I think Miss Priss is very appropriate. Now resume you seat andtake out the lined pad and pencil."His face red in anger at being called Miss Priss and a prissy littlegirl, the young man managed to hold it in. Fortunately for him, it lookedlike he was blushing..