We knew that was coming. Go through the interview question by question for me." I did.Max pondered my description for a moment after I finished. "That...s not the worst result for a meeting with the Raiders," he said. "It was the message I expected that I would have to deliver to them, at some time. I hope you were respectful when you talked with them." I was, at least until Al threatened to draft me and force me to play for his team or sit out the season," I responded."Are you prepared to sit. We laughed and joked about how it would feel being able to see each other outside of school. So the night comes and I pull up to her house in the Aston Martin Vanquisher my mom had bought me for my 16th birthday and I walked to her front door. When I got there I knocked and her mom answered the door and my voice got caught somehwere between, "Hi my name is Matt," and "Holy shit don't kill me!" Eventually afetr clearing my throat I managed to say in a calm voice with a smile, "Hi Mrs. Garcia,. “Oh no, there’s no way that you’re gonna parade that little white ass in front of me and get away with it. I’m gonna make you worship my black cock.” He leaned down and grabbed my arms and held them with one hand. I struggled against him but he was too strong. With his free hand, he reached down and pulled off my pants with one smooth motion. I managed to roll over but that was even worse for obvious reasons. With my arms pinned he reached down to the floor and grabbed a belt and bound my hands. Finally, she reached up to the sink and grabbed the plug which she pushed into me last. My groan, as she pushed it in, could probably have been heard down the street.I was full and bloated. I could feel the water sloshing in my bowels. Heather told me to stand up and come out into the kitchen.I waddled out there and Heather told me I had to hold the enema in for thirty minutes to really clean myself out. I made my displeasure audible and Heather said sharply “I can make it an hour if you’d.