John just smiled patiently and sweetly, and nodded. Sophia selected a pair of bikini bottoms she liked, and quickly changed, taking a moment to "wipe"...herself a bit with the pink panties as she removed them to get rid of some of the dampness. Of course she had heard of and had experienced "getting wet," but she'd never expected it to happen during a pose. She tended to think of it as something that happened to her after some hardcore jilling. Her embarrassment faded quickly, however, as John. He left, and I just sat on my bed. I looked out the window, and up on the second floor of the next house over I could see a video camera just sitting there pointing at me. I laid down and cried.That night I went out to the fence. I heard a whisper over by one corner of it. It was in the corner and also covered by some bushes, but there was still enough room between the bushes and the fence for me to fit. There was a hole in the fence, and if I squatted down it was right around eye level. I. I decide there’s no point in beating about the bush, that the best thing to do is to give her a little scare.“One thing, though, Pet.”“Yes?” she whispers.“Next time I tell you to touch yourself, I expect you to do it properly, fingers against pussy. Is that clear?”She blinks, and for a moment I think she’s going to fall off the chair. She collects herself. “Yes,” she breathes.“Yes, what?”She blinks again. “What?”I smile inside. “When I tell you to touch yourself, what will you do?”Once again. I went downstairs, dressed this time, to get a bottle of water out of the fridge and to see if mum had expected anything, but she hadnt, she looked at me and asked Why havent you gone for a shower yet? You know your father needs one when he finishes mowing the lawn. Dont worry darling she can go for a shower after I do Said my dad while he was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cold beer. Everything seemed so normal and like nothing had happened between me and him, I went back up to my.