If she could mentor a former Girl Scout to that lofty peak of success, then the entire program would be deemed a success in their region.It was only t...e night before when the sensuously sweet Honey knocked on her tent flap and asked permission to enter.“Yes, permission granted, enter and state your business!”The girl was clothed only in her knee length nightie that was the official nightwear issue for the female Boy Scouts. The boys wore their green undershirts and a pair of camouflage briefs. I had to do something to relieve this tension. Still pretending to sleep, I let my hand strategically fall to my ample bosom and placed my fingers on my protruding nipples. In hindsight I should have left them alone because they felt red hot especially under the slight caress from my fingers and the muscles in my stomach cramped up so tight that I almost gave myself away. I stopped caressing the hard buds to allow my body to gain control of its self but my system was ignoring my commands. I. I could tell she was a little nervous so I paid her a compliment and told her how sexy she looked. That seemed to be the boost she needed and she really started to work it. She ran her hands down her sides then turned around to take off her shoes bending at the middle, her ass only inches from my face. After her shoes were off she slowly turned back around and started to work her tight shirt up and over her head, making sure to squeeze her breasts together as much as possible to show off how. Straight up to my room I slammed the door behind me. "Bastard, bastard, bastard," I whispered to myself. I couldn't believe how naive I'd been, how stupid I was for playing Mark's twisted little game. I had to speak to him, maybe he didn't film me, maybe everything would be fine. I had a sick feeling in my stomach that I was wrong.I sat in my bedroom window and waited to see Mark's shiny black BMW pull into their drive. Anger welled up inside me and all I could think of was striding over the.