“Now, what are you to focus on?”“Naked people.”“What!”“It’s The McGovern elixir for the nerves. Imagine the audience is naked.”Ms. S...oane seemed trying not to smile.“Froggy said to imagine they’re sitting on toilets.”“That’s a lot of toilets.”“Well, Trish nixed that one anyway.”“Good. Now think back — what are you to focus on?”“Oh. Right. They’ll only be looking at me for a moment. As soon as I say ‘Hello,’ you kill the lights and the Keynote begins.”“Very good, Birdie. You won’t have time to. She's just so ... Brenda! He chuckled inwardly.You know, I'm a selfish bastard. I really am. I really should have stuck with only five women in my harem. If I had to reduce my six collared women to five, Brenda would be the one to go, no question. I don't have much of a past with her, and my feelings for her are based much more on lust and domination than love. At least so far. But I have six and it's too late to turn back, especially now that we've formalized things with these gifts and. The tip of Melanie’s tongue appeared as she gave the question some thought. Then she said, “I prefer the oral approach when things get hard.”As double entendres go, it made my crude attempt seem positively sophisticated, but the way she said it put me at ease. I was safe. The young woman wasn’t offended. “Would you care to expand on that, Melanie?”The girl uncrossed her long, slender legs. “If you’d like me to, Mr Morecock, I could even demonstrate.”Excellent, I thought. “Excellent!” I said out. And yet, despite the natural spectacle before me, my eyes can’t help but return to her, the look of serenity and belonging awash over her face, the unavoidable knowledge that there is nothing and no one to stop me from getting what I want. What we want. As if reading my mind, she lifts her dress over her head, the moonlight sharpening the contrast between the pale of her skin and the darkness of her bra, her panties. ‘You don’t want those to get wet either, do you?’ My voice barely raises.