No

James ignores the opportunity, reasoning that even if he does make contact all he'll do is piss her off. He's still unable to move after all. Instead he just nods.

"Good white boy," she said with the kind of smile James could hear in her voice before continuing, "I'm going to take your blindfold off and remove your gag. Are you going to behave?"

James nodded again, reasoning that even if he wanted to resist it was in his best interests to comply for the time being

The woman painfully yanked his blindfold off and James winced before looking up to see the - evidently black - woman who held his life in her hands as she busied herself with unclasping his gag. Her dark skin was flawless, her eyes brilliant topaz, and her lips full and beautiful. The lacy bodycon dress she was wearing did little to hide her figure and the curve from her breasts to her ass immediately returned James' erection. Her legs were long and strong, though undeniably in an overwhelmingly feminine manner and James got the feeling that more than one man would have emptied their accounts in vain to be exactly where he was.

Having finished with his gag and seeing his gawking she slapped him - and quite hard at that. It was followed by a backhand and another kick to his side as she hissed, "Like what you see you pathetic thing?"

James looked away immediately and - merely wanting her to stop hitting him - he apologised, "Yes miss, I'm so sorry for staring miss."

In doing so James realised he was in some kind of basement room. There were no windows, the lighting was poor and flickered occasionally, there was only one exit, and no real decor over either the concrete walls and floor. 'I'm in a cell,' he thought miserably as his body ached from the pummeling the gorgeous black woman had given him.