“Alright, folks, let’s take out some racist trash!” I said, just before someone took a shot at me.“Okay, let’s do this smart. Find some good...hiding spots, snipe at them if you can, don’t meet them out in the open, okay? I don’t plan to get any of us killed if we can help it, after all,” I said as I found a spot behind a tree and took aim with the late Wilbur’s German Mauser rifle (how the fuck did he get one of those, anyway?).The Klansmen weren’t blind or stupid. They saw us seeking shelter. Then fear engulfed me again so I ran the shower, again thinking I could wash this away.Once in the shower I felt the warm water running over my body, it seemed that every little thing about the shower became noticeable, the little rivulets of water running off my shoulders and forming lines down my breasts. Some would follow the curved underside of my tits while others formed and dripped off my nipples that became erect with the sensation. Or did I will them to harden, it seemed like I had. Just as I get outside the door the man grabs hold of my shoulders and I find myself up against the alley wall. His hands start exploring my body, forcefully, and I start moaning. his hands travel further down and cup my ass then he slides one hand into my jeans and the other up to my neck. "Suck my cock, Slut." He said as he pushed me down to my knees. I slowly undo the button and unzip his jeans, and take his dick out. I look at it and wrap my hands around the base. His hands circle around my. Yes. sir.”Natalie found herself calling him “Sir” on the phone without even thinking about it. She opened up the GPS on her phone and located the street. After work, she drove to the address and when she got there, the neighborhood was a bit rough. Moreover, the side street was really more of an alley. She parked and went inside. The bartender, a greasy-looking thug, smiled and nodded when she sat down at a table on the far wall.“I’m meeting someone,” she said by way of explanation when the.