We met online in a role-playing chatroom. I had been chatting in this chatroom for a few months, making friends when this guy came in. He was the funn...est guy, always making jokes and playing tricks on people. I always wondered how many people were the same online as they were in real life because if he was the same in both places, then that was someone who I wanted to become friends with. We started talking and realized that we liked a lot of the same things, like music, vehicles, tattoos,. )Part 1: IntroductionOne day I woke up and decided it would be my last morning. Nothing was different. Nothing had changed. I was simply sick of waking up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering all the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser. She did as she was told.When she stood up, he turned her away from him and lifted her skirt before she could say anything.When he did, he saw that she was wearing no panties under it. He asked her where they were and why they were not on that little ass of hers where they belonged.He could not see the blush that fell across her face as his hand moved away. Suddenly, her ass burned. Daddy had hit her on her little white ass cheek. She jumped and let out a little yelp as his hand once again hit. A good answer, he seemed to like the idea I was a fully paid up member to the masturbation group, and enjoying my three times a week dalliances.'Good girl', he softly replied into my wet ear, 'Relax Mariel, stand at ease', which I did as he caressed my taut shoulders, 'You can put your hands behind your back now', emphasizing the military significance of putting ones hand behind their backs when at ease.I did as he requested, and he immediately pressed up against me, this time my hands could.