He wanted to punish the little white bitch because of the oppression that the white man had inflicted on his family and his ancestors. He hadn’t rea... all that much about history but he had read about the slave trade and the KKK and all the rest. Well this bitch was going to get her ass hole ravished, reamed and rammed until his cum jetted up her poop chute. Even with all the KY the little pucker resisted. He strained, forcing the cock head hard against the tiny entrance. Suddenly there was. Whilst she was waiting in the queue to pay for the goods she could not hold things together without giving the game away and whilst trying to compose herself she felf a wet patch forming on the front of her panties and a small amount of pee run down the inside of her thigh and soak into the top of her stocking top, by now the panic and the urgency of the situation was too much and the flow was getting heavier leaving a puddle at her feet. Quickly she left the till and made for the shop door. Guess I'm late to the party, he thought. The second act of Castor et Pollux ended abruptly as Max ejected the CD. He stashed the disc in his suit coat, in a pocket next to the Desert Eagle. He carefully adjusted his suit. After four years, transforming himself into Max the Enforcer was easier, but it still took a moment to fully get into character. He took a deep breath and got out of the truck. He strutted up to the house. Max knocked on the carved wooden door. Moments later, Sheriff Warner. The guys feel the same way. So tonight, when we go on, I expect that it will be so much fun that we will want to find a way to do it again.”“That is amazing. You are always welcome here, even if it is not for a gig.”“What? Did we just get roped into something?”The other two band members walked into the kitchen.“You guys are not going to believe what is for breakfast.”“Waffles with honey butter?”“Wha ... how ... huh?”“We ran into Blossom upstairs. I was a little embarrassed because she was.