I left her a message; it only took one minute before she responded. We exchanged numbers, during our conversation she broke down the rules of her glor... hole, and that if I wanted to have a good time I had to follow them. I could not take any pictures, I could not bring anyone else with me and that I could not bug her about how she looked, that I only could fuck thru the glory hole, and my dick had to be the same one from the text messages. I agreed because my dick was hurting like hell, I. But she had an itch that needed to be scratched. The itch was S&M. She spent hours at a time discussing her desires, her interests, in chat rooms, on messenger with strangers and with friends.I was one of them. Just another bloke who sat in chat rooms and made no secret of what he likes. It was easier that way. Sit around and wait for people who'd read my profile and understood my tastes to happen along.She came along. Simple as that. I was chatting to a woman who may have been a man pretending. I joined his sadness and said, “Kishore, it is heartbreaking to hear this situation. Why have you not requested him for one more chance to do it better?”Kishore replied, “Yes Anni, I begged him so much. He was not ready initially and finally said that he will give one final chance. He gave me the script and asked me to understand the crux of the story and character to perform well. He gave 3 weeks to prepare for one final audition. If I fail next time I will lose the opportunity forever”I was. I whisper to you that it was silly not to bring a change of clothes, but all you tell me is that you didn’t expect to be wearing any. I laugh and slip some pants and a shirt on and then we head out the door. As we do, I see people in the hallways, trying to figure out where the screams had come from. I put on an appropriate bewildered look and head for the elevator with you arm and arm with me. We reach the elevator and step into it; we reach the lobby, just as the police enter the other.