Mike was working Marge's tits over pretty good and I could see that she was getting as hot as a firecracker. Mike dropped one hand to Marge's leg and ...he spread so fast that his hand almost fell off her knee. He laughed."In a hurry Sweetmeat? Stand up and take your skirt and panties off."Marge stood up and slowly removed everything she had on except for her "Fuck Me" heels and then did a slow turn in front of the black asshole. She looked down at Mike, "You going to undressed or what?" No. I started, first with her pants; I unbuckled her belt, unbuttoned her jeans and wiggled them past her hips and then her legs. I followed kissing down and back up her legs as I went; next was her shirt, I pulled it over her head and undid her bra next and let it fall to the floor. Let me take a second to describe both of us. I'm around 5'5" and she's the same if not a little bit taller (Yeah, I'm on the short side). Brown hair & eyes, I'm not one of those guys who really sees a point in shaving. Two of the other males stumbled equally obediently up the tall steps to their final place, their senses numbed with fear; glancing down occasionally through tearful eyes to the huge throng of grinning women which stretched back to the brow of the smaller hill. The other two provided further sport for the heckling women, as a little of the strength that had been whipped from them returned, and their reluctance to ascend was thwarted by their sneering Mistresses pulling tight on their noosed. It should be obvious to you that it is real for me; not one of those fantasies which turns gold into lead when it is realized. You could see, I know, that I savor the role that you created for me, so that's where I start this. I would not like to live my life that way, but on the days that we have "played the game" -- and Monday, you played it better than ever -- I could not have been happier than to be put down, put aside and put out as you did. For whatever the psychology behind it, it was.