The interview room was dazzling white. A man was sitting on one of the chairs and I was staggered by how handsome he looked with his shaved head and neatly-cropped beard. Master Snow was exactly the sort of guy I found dangerously intriguing. From the moment I sat down next to him, I was blushing and giggling. He asked me all kinds of embarrassing questions, then rested his large hand on my thigh, asking if what he was doing was turning me on. I lied and said it wasn’t, so he asked if I was willing to prove it and for some ungodly reason I said that I was… He told me to stand and take my pants off and undo the buttons on my shirt. My dick instantly tented in my garments. He grabbed it and rubbed it. I was a bit freaked out when he sat me on the chair again and tied my hands behind my back. I felt incredibly vulnerable. He began to touch me in ways which made me gasp uncontrollably. If this is how it feels to be part of The Order, I hereby dedicate my entire life to it!
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