This is the first time I found and participated in a glory hole. I was at a park that I had heard was frequented by gays. It is a quiet suburban park ...n the city where I live. There is a bathroom facility there that is always open. It was late on a Friday night so no families were about and only a couple cars in the parking area. I went into the bathroom, which was empty and entered a stall. The stall had several pornographic pictures and sayings written and etched into the walls. I sat on the. "If only she had more holes," the men complained."What if she did?" the same man with the knife who had helped hang the blonde woman earlier had arrived at the table. The men made room for him to climb on top of the table and straddle the bartender's stomach. She whimpered as he touched her bellybutton, pushing his finger into it softly. Suddenly she was screaming, as much as she could with a cock in her mouth. The man had pulled his knife out again. He pushed it into her belly gently.She tried. “Yes, Master.” He set the towel on the ground and I knelt. It took a lot of concentration to keep the plug in place, but when I rested my hips back against my heels, I could manage it. He leaned forward and I nuzzled my face in his crotch. I pressed my face against his hardening cock and searched for his zipper with my teeth. He unzipped and pulled his prize out for me. I ran my face along it. “Open,” he said. * The next few days were tough as Master was busy with work. I distracted myself with. She gulped, forcing the rising nausea down. Her mind raced; if the enemy had captured her, she would now be locked in a cell on a hard floor or dead! So she had not been locked in an enemy prison. Her fluttering pulse stilled a little. Then where am I?The question hung in her thoughts unanswered. She cast around with her mind; the ship must be close by. Without warning she touched another telepathic intelligence. She gasped, as the raw connection blinded her for a moment, sending lightning.