I don't know what he looks like. He says he has an 8 inch cock! The stranger answered my ad on Craigslist about a private Gloryhole. I have it here at...my house.I made the glory hole from a sheet I have tacked to the doorsill of my hallway bathroom. I used pushpins so I can easily setup and takedown the sheet. There is a fetish like ritual I have developed when setting up a gloryhole. The ritual of setting up a gloryhole is very detailed. I have a checklist:1. A good sheet to cut a hole in.. He stopped dead. “I ... uh ... I don’t know how to dance.”“Pffft. Everybody can dance. You just move to the music. It’s not hard.”He gave her a side-eye glance, debating how stubborn he was going to be about this. He was definitely uncomfortable about dancing with her.“Ryan, I want to dance. I want to dance with you. I don’t care how you dance as long as you dance with me. Well, as long as you don’t break my nose or knock me down too often.” She laughed.“Ok. But I can’t guarantee you won’t fall. Amy was able to get deeper into how the process worked, but they all agreed we'd need a neurologist and/or a psychologist to get much deeper. One person mentioned that they wanted to do functional MRI's on someone before and after enslavement. Interesting, but not helpful for the "don't make more slaves" goal. They also had come up with some improvements in the instructions, but more work was required. They did not make much progress in keeping me from being trained, mainly because it would. He opens the blinds so I could see some and he could let me know when to come up. About 10 minutes later, he gave me a thumbs up to let me know to come up. So I came up, and walked in, they were in the living room on the loveseat, fucking. Liz heard the door opening and started to freak out. She jumped up and ran to the bedroom, I followed her in and there was some yelling, then we talked. I asked her is this why we wasn’t fucking that much anymore. She said, Some of it. I haven’t been feeling.