The gathering of an all-black cast doesn't necessarily make a vid rentable; the rest of the qualities that make a tape stroke-worthy must also be present. Vol. 11 misses the mark unless you have customers clamoring for men in latex masks screaming for "big titties". After that opening novelty comes a series of lackluster b/g scenes on dingy sets. Vol. 12 is more of the same sort of low-heat fare. The box cover will score a few rentals, but overall, this is below average stuff.