The NSA is watching you, and all your dirty little activities (Spying Fantasy)

So, many of you have probably heard about the NSA spying revelations.

One particular story caught my attention: http://blogs.wsj.com/washwire/2013/08/23/nsa-officers-sometimes-spy-on-love-interests/
Of course, this also mingles with a couple other stories:
https://www.aclu.org/technology-and-liberty/whats-wrong-public-video-surveillance (Check out the part titled Voyeurism )
http://abcnews.go.com/Blotter/story?id=5987804&page=1#.UbYGdfZAREw

So, all together, not only is the NSA spying on us all, they are also listening in on our naughty activities for their own personal pleasure.

Now, everyone should be outraged by our invasion of privacy, but me, well, you know where my mind goes. I can just picture the following (No, I have no idea if they can do all of this, I am just reconstructing how I imagine it, and yes, thinking of this happening does turn me on, the thought that they might be doing this to me, but at the same time disgusts me. We are suppose to be secure in our person and home, yet the very government who is suppose to be made for the people, by the people, and of the people, lie to us, spy on us worse than even the Nazi's were capable of, all in the name of "a little security". It is a disgusting violation of our constitutional rights, that creates a human rights violation that the US likes use to claim why they are better than China, North Korea, yet they engage in it themselves, and flat out lie to the American people, the people they are suppose to represent. Anyways, enough ranting, on with my dirty little story):

"...and now I am licking your pussy."

click

"What was that noise?"

"I don't know, but I am almost there. Moan for me sweety."

"Ooooohhhhh, yes, lick it! Lick my clit! Put your fingers in my pussy you dirty boy!"

"Mmmmm."

click

Somewhere at a data center, two men grin ear to ear, listening in on the conversation. Punching in a phone search, they discover my name. Searching again they find my drivers license, then do a name search to find my Facebook.

"Nice!"

"Yeah, we need pass this to the next shift. They should be in soon, wonder if their call will last long enough."

"We always have the recording, if they finish too early."

They look up my IP provider, then track down my IP address.

"Hey, she has a webcam!"

"Turn it on, turn it on!"

Using one of the exploits in my computer, they gain access to my webcam.

"OMG, look at her! She is gorgeous, and naked! Look at what she is doing with that vibrator!"

The guy working the terminal hits the record button, recording me masturbating to my lovers voice, as he whispers naughty, dirty things in my ear.

Their replacements come in, and they quickly flag them over.

"Look at what she is doing! O god, I would love to be that vibrator."

They discuss me, references made of my actions, my breasts, all while, unknown to me, they silently record.

Back at home,

"I'm cumming!"

"Yes baby, cum for me, cum on me, in me, fill me up!"

I climax, listening to his moans and pants as he cums, working my vibrator, mashing it against my clit, then into my pussy, back and forth until I too climax, toes curling, as I lay there, shaking and helpless. All the while, my actions are being passed around in a data center in the opposite side of the country.

One agent is instantly enamored. My voice files, my webcam feed, are all offloaded onto a USB stick, then he leaves his terminal and goes home, logging into the system remotely.

He fires up my webcam, watching me undress for my shower, then coming back out, drying off my wet body.

After a restful night, I wake up, and the webcam fires up again as I wake my sleeping laptop.

Putting a tap on my phone, he listens in on my conversations, mundane, routine, my mom, my boss, my clients. He watches me, tracks me, hopping from CCTV to CCTV, on the subway, in my apartment lobby, watching me, admiring my dress, my legs, the cleavage exposed by my low cut shirt.

He watches me at work, as I make my way to the bathroom, and activates my cell phone camera, watching me watch my phone, reading about the latest bullshit lies from the NSA, as I relieve myself, splashing and plopping, with unlady like noises coming from me. He watches me as I set my phone to the side, and catches glimpses of my bare ass, or bare thigh, as I pull up my panties, every color being stored and recorded in his dirty little hard drive.

He watches my face contort at my desk, as I start masturbating at my seat, safely alone in the office.

My work laptop camera comes on, and he watches me as my boss bends me over, my dress shoved up, my panties pulled down, my boss thrusting into my pussy until he cums, pulling himself out.

He watches as I bring home my other lover, another woman, and as we use toys on each other, dildos and vibrators, tongues and hands, caressing flesh, pinching nipples, tasting each others pussies. He watches as I watch naughty little videos, rubbing and playing with myself until I climax.

He watches as I bump into people in the subway, as men feel my soft ass, as I almost fall over, grabbing onto the nearest guy while I fondle his package, just a little bit.

He stores and files and replays the videos and pictures and audio files and masturbates to me, cumming day after day.

He passes me around to his friends, letting his friends watch me too, to imagine in their dirty little minds that they are doing to me what they have only watched and heard and recorded.

Too bad they didn't invite me to the party, I would have shown them what they can only watch.