For a brief moment I consider backing out, questioning the craziness of my actions. What was I doing here? Did I really need this black woman to satis...y my deepest, oldest, most perverse fantasy? Wasn't masturbation good enough anymore?Before pushing the door open, I look back one last time and see her pretty black face. No, masturbation just wouldn't do it for me any more.I was ever so nervous as she sat there on the bed in silence, studying me, trying to figure out if I was legit or just as. What the fuck was she playing at????The Predator couldn't believe his eyes; what the fuck was she playing at???? Well if she thought she was ready to play with the boys, he could arrange that alright. He just hoped she realised that these boys wouldn't play nice; she had better be careful or she might get more attention than she wanted.The Predator thought about it for a minute and tried to figure out just what the bitch was up to; maybe she thought she had some sort of control of the situation. The room also had some extras.When plebes got back to the house and reported to the study room all clothing was removed and each plebe was chained in place around a 16-foot oak study table. The male plebes had a chain attached to the ring at the end of the cock sheath while the female plebes chain was attached to the hasp of their chastity belt. The other end was attached to the ring bolted into the floor under the wicker-seat hardwood chair. The chain was long enough so that you could move in. We walked through the large parking lot, around and behind the strip mall. We didn't see any signs of a struggle, whatever those would be in an environment that was all asphalt and concrete. Okay, there were no obvious blood stains.But it was Tiffany who noticed what was there."There are cameras in almost all these stores," she said, peering through the plate glass of the closed sporting goods store, "That one looks like it has a good view right out this window. I'll bet if we check enough.