Bubble, after all? That'd be positively un-American, or something. I peeked around the door.She wasn't on face or on her back. She was sitting in the ...ub, facing away from me, her head down on her knees, curled up, hugging her legs, scrunched up in less than half the tub at the spout and drain end."Hi, can I come in?" I asked softly.Her only response was a faint shrug, barely a lift of her shoulders, so I took that as a "yes" and pushed the door closed behind me before I sat on the toilet seat.. But I can’t say that I mind, as the illusion was real enough. (Just hope that there aren’t any video’s of me on the Internet)Somewhere halfway the second week however, the story starts to get interesting. I met a Greek girl on the chat, called Emily and after half a day of talking, she was willing to go c2c.She was a bit older than me, I think 17 or 18, had long black hair and a nice slim body. Decent Bsized tits and a bald pussy.But she did stress, that she liked to be dominant, which meant. She realised with revulsion it was shit, her shit. Her eyes pleaded but he couldn’t see them and even if he had been able to she knew the result would be the same. She kept her mouth shut but when something smashed into her back, was it a whip ? A belt ? She opened her mouth to cry out and found it stuffed with the repulsive sex. She sucked and licked and felt like throwing up but he was in her only a few moments.“Good that’s better” he said as he stood and moved away. She only now. They visited the Louvre, and the Eiffel Tower. They also ventured to the Notre Dame de Paris, Champs — Élysées, and walked through the Tuileries Gardens. Every now and then they had to dodge crazed fans that were after both of them. By the end of the day they were tired and ended up at a view point over the River Seine. ‘This sure is a gorgeous lake,’ Kylie said running her arm around Stephan’s. She laid her head on his arm, gazing out at the river, the stars sparkling off the calm water..