I looked in the mirror, fluffed my hair once and did a little spin. It looked good. I looked good. No panties, of course. I briefly contemplated pulling out the plug, but it would be cruel to deprive Daddy of the chance to play with it. I also ran my fingers quickly along my pussy. I was already soaking wet.

I glanced at the clock on the wall - twenty-five minutes - I was ahead of schedule. I opened the bathroom door and paused in shock.

It was an old room, as most things in Venice seemed to be. It was large and sparsely furnished. There wasn't a TV, but...