Guest Bedroom 1-Kayla

You chalked it up to science more than just being someone who liked to watch, though you somehow doubted that anyone who knew what you were doing would believe your words at this point. Some would call you sick. Others, pervert. Your friend, Greg, had called you a sadist and a control freak.

No one had ever before paid you such a compliment before.

The three cameras per room were placed in recesses and portions of walls that would require them ripping things out before they could find it, a perk of owning your own place and living on your own for so long. You almost doubted that one or even two cameras would tip off someone. You tapped their feeds and soon a darkened image of the room where your feminized...well, what exactly was he? He wasn't male enough to be called "father" and "dad" didn't seem to fit someone who had abandoned you to the wolves all those years ago. That and I don't think exactly a man sucking his son's dick for sperm counts...

Kayla was laying down silently on the bed, gently stroking Samantha's hair and whispering to her soothing words and you fought the urge to break something. The man couldn't provide you with the very comfort that he..or she now was providing a relative stranger. In a way, karma loved a cruel joke, you supposed, as you continued to watch the two of them silently. Samantha was sniffling, brushing her face and wiping tears from her eyes, but as you continued to watch, you could tell that the two of them were sharing something, a very special something, as Kayla's hand brushed first by accident, then by intention, Samantha's neck and elicited a moan from her lips.

Oh my...