Her ass was on fire. His name is Harry Philmore…” Grace thumbed out a message on her cell phone. “OK Allie off you go. She knocked quietly and peered into the locker room, fragrant with the smell of damp towels, sweaty jock straps, crumpled shirts, dirty socks and goodness knows what. “Wait here,” ordered Harry, “I’ll get you a tissue and a cup of water from the cooler. “It’s Harry”. He held it there for several seconds after the last spurts had jetted out, then he withdrew and the sperm trickled down Allie’s chin. You forgot to lick my balls and I think if you’d really tried you could have got my dick further into your throat.”
Crestfallen Allie looked at Harry and said “So I’ve failed the challenge. I just wondered what it has to do with the test.”
“Simply this, Honey, for your final test you will be required to give head. The first year flew by and Allie returned to her parents’ home in Hicksville. You win. I needed that.”
“Have I passed?” Allie looked up anxiously, seeking a sign in Harry’s expression.
