Cast: Master Snow, Disciple White
Genres: Oral sex, Oral job, Deep Muzzle
I don’t think I’ve ever been as scared as I was when I walked into that room. I guess I knew that everything was resting on my interview. I had to make a outstanding impression. I was desperate to join The Order, and for months and months I’d thought about nothing else. I knew it would be a life-changing practice. It’s why apprenticeships are like gold dust—beautiful, rare, and easy to miss. They told me not to essay to second-guess the styles of questions I’d be asked. I bought a new suit, a crisp white shirt and ’bout five ties because I couldn’t work out which 1 was the smartest. I opted for a blue striped tie—not too much fat, not too skinny, blue to match my eyes—and then spent hours in front of a mirror trying to fantastic the knot. I kept catching my reflection in the windows as I walked towards the interview room. I almost didn’t recognize myself. I looked so grown up and tempting! No 1 could tell me I wasn’t looking the episode. The interview room was dazzling white. White furniture and carpet with white drapes lining the walls. It smelt expensive in a kind of masculine way, like the scent that often wafts over you when a wealthy-looking older man passes you in the street. And I think I found that man. That guy was sitting on 1 of the chairs. I was staggered by how comely dude looked in his white suit. With his shaved head and neatly-cropped beard, I remembered that I’ve been questioning my sexuality a bit of late.