Guess I’d better change my major from social work to billionaire studies.Walking with Emily and Casey from the conference room to the office they’... set up for character conferences, Nick was having a hard time thinking of them as models instead of just human beings.He’d imagined the opposite problem - even discussed it with Max. During casting, he’d only known them as photos and a brief profile on the Carlyle Group’s website. The photos had, of course, been chosen out of thousands taken by. Even if she managed to kick over the heavy chair, she would not be able to free her self of that ankle chain and shackle. There was no need therefore to secure the doors or windows, they were tantalisingly left open. The reason? Twofold, to ensure as many inspectors had as clear a view of her as possible and to maximise the chill in the air. The winter had been long and dark, snow had fallen heavily the week before and icy was the air, it tore into every inch of her exposed skin – a throw back. The contrast of white skin to black was striking. The huge black cocks looked so thick and long, often covered in the womans saliva and so fucking sexy. The pictures were such a turn on. I am not attracted to men at all but black cocks were making my stomach tingle and my knees weak. So I turned more and more to these sites, always imagining my own Jackie being fucked, and increasingly abused by them sometimes willingly -sometimes not! I often imagined her on her knees in front of 3 or 4 black. "James you don't understand, he was going to be Santa tonight. Mr. Bowman wants me to come up with a new Santa."All of a sudden, the warning lights went on in my head."Don't tell me..."She pulled me back to her breast, holding my face against her and stroking my hair."Yes James, I want you to play Santa for us tonight. If you do a good job, I will give you a special present when we get home tonight."I put up a fuss, complaining about rug rats, smelly costumes, and such but the more I thought.