The priest and nun siton a leather couch in front of a large color television. At a desk nearby sitsSister Fidget. Her fingers skillfully manipulate t...he knobs and levers of asmall console. She uses this device to control the dozens of tiny hidden camerasin the school's locker room. The bishop and the head mistress gaze at the imagesof naked and half-naked teenaged girls who have no idea that they're beingwatched, let alone recorded. Wormsley can feel his cock thicken at the sightof plump. The breeze was really whipping. I kept my head tucked low and slithered up to my special spot overlooking the last of the beach. Sometimes you can see a big ship way out. Sometime there's tippy little sailboats close in.I was really surprised to see the people, four of them, two men and two women, but they weren't grouped that way. One man and one woman were standing just on the edge of the surf, letting it rock over their ankles, and the other man and the other woman were sitting just under. “You got out?”“Yeah,” she grinned. “It’s cold as shit and all the lights are only green.”“Spooky. You OK did you make it to--”She slapped a finger on my lips to shut me up. She brought her hands back to cross on her belly when Dad opened the door.“What’s up with you two?” He asked with a yawn.“Scheming.” Zoë announced right away.“Fine, I don’t wanna know.” He sighed and pulled the door back over.“Scheming?” I asked. She had me locked down in my bed. I could roll out to the left but she was on. Then she felt it, the ever so feathery light touch of fingers at the base of her neck. Her body shuddered as if awakened from a sleep. The touch was light and soothing, the hands, gentle and caring. She just sat there not knowing what to say or do as she realized this was not a dream but the hands of her houseguest. The touch and the feeling felt good to her inside and while she knew it was not right, she did not want it to stop. The touch, which began so soft and gentle, turned into a relaxing.