’ Lori whispered in my ear from the chair next to me. I was playing around with different mediums on the computer for my photography project, trying...to find the perfect one that highlighted the creases on the hands just right. The project was to find where the soul is. I’d always loved hands. You do everything with your hands. They crease and wrinkle, yet are one of the toughest parts of your body. Your hands give you access to everything in the world. ‘What now?’ I said, my eyes flitting. She decided to go online and make a profile on a well known BDSM site where she could look for an older Daddy Dom. She talked to quite a few men and met a couple of them but only got as far as giving them head in an empty parking lot. She loved the experience of giving a complete stranger a blow job out in public but she still needed more. After some time she finally found a man who she thought could be her Daddy and they decided to meet. The day had finally come to meet her new Daddy, she was. I had been gone five days and was horny as hell and needed some release because I was so busy on the business trip I only got the chance to beat-off once, early one morning.The interstate was quiet and dark; I could see some lights up ahead maybe three miles or so and looked like an exit. I glanced down at my dashboard and saw my red check engine soon light was on and I had to pee anyway, so I turned onto the exit. My light now was flashing and I was relieved that I made it to safety. My car. " What do you like?" Judy made me do stuff like lick piss off the floor or the toilet seat while I was getting yelled at and roughly fucked from behind...." "Jesus, we can't..." I put my arms around Ida and kissed her."It's okay, Ida, it's okay, I know most people aren't as strange as I am. The people I love and care about, are still the people who are important in my life. I just have an itch..what do you call it...masochism?....that I need to scratch every so often. After the crazy stuff with.