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External Link/Members OnlyThe Location
A chain hotel on the outskirts of Doncaster
The Price
£50 for a B&G
The girl
I don't know, I didn't see her!
The Meet
I was enjoying some time off work and, on a whim, thought I'd try this SP. I'd never experienced a 'glory hole' before so decided to live dangerously and see what all the fuss was about. She replied quickly to my messages and I quickly arranged a time to go down and see her.
The address was a large chain hotel, easy to find and discreet enough. I parked in the hotel car park, which I regretted later on, remembering that they film your car. But I didn't get fined and was only parked there for about twenty minutes. The front or back entrance both lead past the main reception, so you just have to wing it and walk past them. They glanced up at me as I passed to the lift, but no one said anything.
I had received some instructions as to which floor to go to, turn right at the end of the corridor etc. Some people don't like the cloak and daggers stuff but I don't care so long as I feel that the meet is safe.
Straight into the room (door unlocked) and I was confronted by . . . a tent. Passed fifty quid through then sat back (or rather, stood) and enjoyed the show. She doesn't speak and communicates in tuts. The blowjob was pretty good. A nice soft rhythm while she massaged my perineum. Was a bit worried a finger would find its way up my arse at one point but, thankfully, that never happened. I was stood stock still as per her bossy instructions, but she still found an excuse to tut about something or other (I had not moved a muscle or made a single noise). I shot a nice load into her mouth. I had been a bit anxious that the new experience and weird set-up would cause me to have trouble due to nerves, but that wasn't a problem at all in the end.
She passed some wipes through the 'hole'. More tutting (what now?). Apparently, it was to indicate for me to pass the wipes back through the hole. A feminine hand with red-painted nails took the wipes from me and then withdrew back into the tent. It was definitely a woman's hand. If it wasn't a woman's hand, it was the most feminine male's hand that I've ever seen.
I made my way back to the car and saw that she'd deleted all the WhatsApp messages.
The Conclusion
I would not go again, as the bossy instructions were irritating, and the price wasn't justified by the novelty experience.
