The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Judith: the Power of Desire

By Maximilian Cummings

Part 8 The dampness of sex

A long hard day at work.

Judith leant back in her seat on the train and closed her eyes. A difficult but successful day and her boss had seemed pleased, really pleased—which was nice. Nothing she thought was more motivational than praise. Money was useful, yes very useful, but knowing you were doing well, were doing useful things, knowing you were doing right was the thing really. ‘Self actualisation’ as Maslow called it. She could buy that management concept. Money though gave you food, a roof over your head and, yes, safety but there were other rewards than just money and, of course, being happy in your circumstance was important. You did not just need food and a roof but contentment in relationships. Having all three—good food, a good roof and good relationships—provided more, of course. Judith thought back over the last few weeks and how she was happier now than she had been before; not only was she enjoying good food, good clothes, a good flat but good sex. She was really enjoying those two young men and what was the harm in that, she hadn’t damaged their relationships with their girlfriends one iota. She had been careful in that—she had just ‘borrowed’ Gary and Keith. It kept her free of ties, no emotional involvement to speak of, and that had left her free to concentrate on work and her recent success, both recognised by her and by her boss, was the result. Of course it might lead to more reward, yes money, new responsibility, promotion even.

The Blackberry buzzed but Judith let it be. She wondered if one of the boys was free tonight, she was tired but a little relaxation of such a pleasing physical sort would be just right. She hoped those two girlfriends were not interfering with them. It would be awful to find them both out, staying around Lou and Chloe’s flats. Surely at least one of them would be in? She picked up the Blackberry and called Keith,

“Have you anything on tonight,” she asked.

“No, nothing,” he’d replied, “just catching up on some work.”

“Well put a sock on it,” she’d replied, “and come around for a drink at nine.” A coded phrase but one which would mean exactly what it said!

What was more Gary was ‘in’ as well, she was in luck, they would both be around at nine. Both her boys coming round to please.

They were, at her front door right on the dot of nine. Judith loved the effect of the pills upon them, the way they simply had to do what she said. Not only were they prompt but each as naked as the day he was born apart from, of course, each wearing a pink sock modestly enclosing his generative organ. Judith was momentarily taken aback; she hadn’t meant them to be at the door quite like that but to strip once they were inside. What if they had been seen? No wonder they had looked so worried and had rung the bell so urgently. She hadn’t intended them to take her quite so literally and would have to be more careful in future; it was one thing risking their own embarrassment but quite another if they had been seen at her door. Safely inside her flat, though, they looked just wonderful. Young strong men with just an intriguing little pink (with green hearts) cotton pouch (or sock!) covering their manhood and there she was still dressed in her business suit. It was just so lovely to welcome them both with a kiss each on the cheek and then to pat their tight naked bottoms as she ushered them into her lounge, to be free to roam over their bodies as and when she wished.

It was a pleasant time sitting there in her lounge chatting away about this and that, about how the day had been, difficulties shared, amusing reminiscences exchanged and all the while Judith had poured the lager. The result of her generosity was rather inevitable, first Keith then Gary said they needed to pay a visit; Judith though said “no hurry” and “not yet” whilst she refilled their glasses; she was playing games again At first Keith and Gary were not much perturbed but as time passed they became more anxious and their requests repeated. Finally Judith pretended to notice the very obvious signs of distress and the bulging socks displaying in a very visual way their need ‘to go.’

“I’ve always wondered,” she said, “what it is like having a wee when you are a boy. Having that hose must make it so different. I’ve always wanted to try; rather like the little girl in that joke, you know, the one when the mother of the girl says to her next door neighbour that she doesn’t want the neighbour’s son coming around to her garden to play with her daughter anymore. The boy’s father asks, “Why not?” and the mother says, “Come here and I’ll show you.” In her garden the girl’s name is written in wee in the snow. The boy’s father said, “Oh, come on, that’s just boy stuff.” The mother, though, says, “You think I don’t know my own daughter’s handwriting?”

The boys really were not interested in jokes, they were in pain.

“Come on then, may I try please, may I hold?” Judith asked.

It was not as if they could refuse: their need desperate, the pills preventing their objection.

“Well, this is not going to work is it?” said Judith feigning bemusement. She had plucked Keith’s sock and had his erection in hand. “It is pointing quite the wrong way. Even I know it needs to be pointed at the bowl!” Idly she stroked as she pretended to think about the problem. “I suppose you are no better?” Gary was plucked. “What do we do? Wait for you to both get soft?”

Her hands were fondling, there was no way the erections were going to subside. “What are we going to do with you two poor boys? I know if I make you come then you’ll go all soft and then you can wee. I’d like to fuck and make use of those lovely hard penises of yours. They really do look so fuckable. Semen first, then urine. What marvellous multi-function devices!” Her hands were stroking; she was playing with them, enjoying her teasing whilst they were in pain. They were her playthings—she was in control.

“Judith please, I want to pee.” Gary was pleading

“Let me get my clothes off.” Letting the penises go, Judith began to take her clothes off, neatly folding them on the chair, taking her time, teasing the young men.

Naked, she pulled the two men to her feeling the hard warmth of their penises against her skin. “Now where shall we fuck? You know, I could just bend over the settee and you two take me in turns.” She made to bend over, her bottom round and inviting.

“Judith, please, no.”

“I wouldn’t want you in the bedroom in case you started leaking wee all over the bed. Perhaps standing up in the bath would be safest! Quick, I can hardly wait.”

Holding them by their penises she led them to the bathroom.

“In you get boys.” She got in too. “Now how are we going to do this?”

“Can’t I just pee in here please Judith; it won’t go on the floor but down the plughole?” Keith was being practical.

Judith smiled; she had been waiting for that suggestion. “Well, all right then but’” her hands closed around the two penises, “I’ll control these. Are you ready?”

“But Judith,” said Keith, “I’m too close to you and Gary; I might spray either of you.”

“I know, that would make you a bad boy wouldn’t it”

“But...”

“No ‘buts’, both of you start weeing now!”

The command released them, the pent up pressure of their lager filled bladders was unstopped, and between Gary and Keith two fountains shot up in the air to fall splashing down into the bath. Judith giggled whilst Gary and Keith looked on with a mixture of relief that their pain was ended and horror as Judith moved the aim of their penises; instead of the streams of wee falling between them it was now hitting each other in the chest and cascading down their bodies, running over their stomachs, penises and Judith’s hands to stream down their legs into the bath. Something they would never have dreamt of doing to each other in a thousand years.

“How funny,” said Judith, “is it nice, can I try? Stop weeing.”

The command was obeyed; Judith moved and then she instructed the boys to start again directing their flow onto her breasts so the hot streams splashed onto each of her nipples.

“Ooh I like that,” exclaimed Judith, “I bet that would feel fantastic on my clitoris. Let’s try. Stop again.”

She sat on the side of the bath by the wall, legs splayed and with the two men kneeling between them. “Keith, you first, you aim and go!”

Keith aimed well and the hot torrent caught Judith just where she wanted. She leant back against the tiled wall revelling in both the heat and force of the steady onslaught on her little nub; it was not so much a tickling little stream as a stinging hot jet, striking and bouncing off her to pour down into the bath. She could have enjoyed that for a long time but, inevitably, Keith’s flow soon faltered and fell away to a weak trickle. It was then Gary’s turn and he was still in spate; his hot stream further excited Judith, hitting her just on the right spot. It was all a surprisingly pleasurable experience for her. Should she return the favour?

Motioning for the men to lie down, Judith stood over them with her legs wide apart. She looked down at Gary and Keith lying side by side in her big bath looking up at her; she knew what they were looking at; knew they could see everything but she was in the dominant position. “Ready boys?” And before they could answer she let fly. It was surprisingly easy to aim, just a slight movement of the hips and her broad stream moved. She giggled, little girl like, as her stream first caught Gary’s penis right on its head and it twitched at the sudden sensation—it actually jumped. Her hips swivelled and the stream swept across from Gary to Keith and his penis did the same little jump. With just a swing of her hips she moved her torrent from one boy to the other watching it bouncing off their large penises and splashing away over their hips and balls. Of course it could not last and so all three were drained. It was now time for the real sex.

“Shower time,” she said. That would mean more hot splashing water cascading over them and with the fun of lathering, the feel of slippery shower gel on skin.

It was good in the shower, Judith liked having her two young men paying close attention to her, saving her the chore of washing; doing it for her. Two pairs of big hands roaming, hands slippery on her thighs, hands massaging her large breasts; fingers in intimate places; hard men beside her; handles to hold onto.

Intercourse in the shower was not her idea. She had liked seeing the boys lying in the bath with her standing over them. Her desire now was to be on top; for her to be in charge of which penis was inside her; for Judith to control the pace.

Being dried by two attentive men armed with fluffy towels was bliss; having them apply the moisturising oil and making sure it was really rubbed in well was so... invigorating. Judith revelled in the attention. She let them dry themselves whilst she watched admiringly—really Keith and Gary did have such fine bodies, so delectable and so erect.

Leading them from bathroom to bedroom, once more by their maintained erections, Judith had them lie down on her bed, side by side, but with room for a thigh between them. She knelt over Gary, thighs splayed, one knee either side of his hips, her sex in position above his, ready for the joining; and, as she leant forward, her breasts hung above them, swinging a little. Gary’s eyes followed their movement as if mesmerised.

Glancing down her body Judith reached with one hand and lifted Gary’s penis, pulling it away from his stomach upwards towards her, aiming it; she settled, touching her sex to his, lodging the penis head just inside her. Her hand was released—connection was made—the feeling delightful, more than anticipation but the start of the act.

Despite the activity lower down Gary was still staring at her breasts and so was Keith for that matter.

“Oh, OK then, one each,” Judith said and lowered her breasts towards the seeking mouths; Gary taking the left, Keith to her right the other. The unusual delight of having both her breasts suckled at the same time was a fresh pleasure. The boys were eager, the sucking strong. Judith lowered herself, millimetre by millimetre, down Gary’s long shaft, savouring the feeling of being opened as the smooth, round, tapering head probed deeper. There was no difficulty; Judith was flowing like a young girl as she absorbed the long penis.

She began to ride, up and down, as if on the saddle of a horse. A steady rhythmic, bouncing movement, an exercise likely, she thought, to be good for thigh tone and certainly very pleasurable not least the scratchy, tickly feel of curly hair on her clit at the end of each down stroke. What she did not want to feel, though, was the warm pumping of semen—not yet anyway; she did not want Gary coming before her; she wished to conserve her men, maintain them for her prolonged use; Judith had a long way to ride. A few more bounces, a few more delicious slides and she was off Gary and manoeuvring over Keith. There was no need, though, to unplug her nipples; she left the young men at their suckling whilst she lifted Keith’s penis in turn and pushed herself onto it and renewed her activity on the fresh penis, an easy slippery sliding—she was impressed by her flow.

Turn and turnabout, Judith moved easily from one erection to the other. She was amused by how the resting penis looked, as hard as anything but coated in her lubrication, standing above or, in Gary’s case, tightly against a damp stomach and a nest of very wet curls. The ‘dampness of sex,’ she thought as her thighs worked the now active penis, driving it in and out of her.

There was no hurry, Judith could bring herself to the brink and slow down to let it slip away before building again, teasing herself knowing the boys were there for her pleasure. She could rest astride them if she wished and play with their nipples; there was nothing much to hold compared to her own breasts though, certainly, they were little hard peas she could squeeze and pull: or she could ride hard, back upright, thighs pushing her up and down whichever slippery pole she was on at the moment, her breasts bouncing unless she chose to restrain them or have the boys hands knead them. The thigh work was excellent exercise; she would have to develop it as a regime; it would be good for her; better than the gym.

It was pleasing for her to compare the two young men, as she hopped from one to the other, sliding on first one penis and then the other. One boy so hairy, dark hair running in a line from his pubic hair up his stomach to his remarkably hirsute chest; a really manly man, though Judith was not too sure the other boy could be described any differently given his muscular frame and air of manly fitness. The light dusting of fair hair, almost hairless to his chest leaving his nipples in clear view, was not, she thought, particularly male; yet the nest of fine fair curls all around his penis showed he was not devoid of bodily hair. She wondered how his beard would grow; perhaps she should encourage that to see?

She felt her orgasm building again and she was not now minded to delay it, the tingling feeling was growing and she bounced faster driving the penis (it happened to be Keith’s) into her harder, perhaps deeper, and then it came, the delicious heat spreading out across her body and the intense electric feeling between her thighs. Judith’s head went back but there was no let up in her bouncing; not immediately.

Finally she slowed and lay sprawled across Keith’s chest, his penis still lodged within her. She rested as he stroked her sweaty body. The exercise had been energetic! Could she repeat the orgasm? A little unsteadily she got back up and began moving, riding Keith’s penis again. Once more she swapped, Keith’s erection dropping wetly from her and she moving across to pull Gary’s hard penis away from his stomach, holding it almost upright so she could slide down. It was hot, wet and so firm in her hand; she squeezed and was surprised at how difficult it was to grasp, so slippery in her hand. Settling she began her next ride, starting at a trot she built up to a canter, moving with confidence on her mount, demonstrating her control.

The idea of her as a horsewoman came to her. She liked her present ride, but would it amuse instead to have the boys on all fours taking her for a ride around her sitting room, her wet sex planted on their backs, the ridges of their backbones catching her clit and stimulating it as she road bareback and they moved. She could imagine them as proud stallions with their large penises swaying beneath as she rode them around the room—hard penises but sore knees! Perhaps she should have Chloe and Loo as part of her herd. She would enjoy controlling the mounting of those fillies, the boys rearing up and trying to settle on the girls’ backs, trying to mount the girls. She could help or frustrate. Perhaps she could strap the boys up, prevent the joining, leaving them stamping and snorting in their failure with the two mares in heat equally unfulfilled; or she could coral the girls away from the boys before releasing one of their penises to service her whilst the others watched in frustration.

Gary was the first of her men to come. Despite her care in not over using one, swapping regularly to let their enthusiasm cool, there was a steady building in their excitement and, just before she was about to swap to Keith she observed the change in Gary’s face, the sudden faraway look of imminent ejaculation. She rode the harder and felt the pulsing within and the sudden increase in lubrication as she watched with pleasure the look on Gary’s face, the strange grimace of orgasm. Judith did not let up in her riding. Merely because Gary had come and his penis was now tender was no reason for her to stop; she intended to use up its remaining stiffness until it was gone when she was forced to fall back on her other man. Almost immediately, though, she felt the change—a creeping loss of bulk, the sense that all was not as solid as before, an increasing feeling that she would not be able to hold onto the penis and its period of lodgement within her was over. On the rise it fell out and Judith left it, moving smoothly over to straddle Keith, she smiled down at him and took hold of his hard penis and looked at it pointing up between her legs. As she watched a dollop of Gary’s cream leaked from her and slipped out to fall directly onto Keith’s shiny dome coating it in whiteness – icing on the plum! Judith let herself down, the dome slowly disappearing into her, returning the semen from whence it had come, pushing it back up into her. She glanced again at Keith, he had not missed the event, must have felt the dribble on his penis.

Judith found the movement even freer than before, the boys, her orgasm and now Gary’s ejaculation had relaxed her. She could feel how squishy-squashy she was—‘sloppy-seconds’ for Keith, she thought. Again she was far off but a little extra stimulation was needed.

“Your hands please Keith.”

With one hand on her breasts and the other stroking her clit Judith came again. Not usual for her twice in one bout but, there again, how often before had she had the opportunity of fucking two young men at once. Well it was actually becoming a little more common; she could become very used to the experience! It was as good, if not better than before. The electric feeling moving out from between her legs, the continuing feeling of Keith’s penis within her and the heat inside her body. She shuddered and squealed before falling across Keith just as she had with Gary. It was several minutes before she moved. Within her she could feel Keith as hard as ever; she pulled off and lay on her back regarding the still excited boy.

She teased him. “Wel,l that was great and I’m so glad you came too Keith because I don’t think I can take any more.”

“But Judith, I haven’t come,” he was worried. He was not finished.

“Yes you have, I can see it all over your cock.” It was cruel; she was forcing him to say it.

“But that’s not mine, it’s, it’s... it’s Gary’s cum.”

Judith was not going to be totally unfair, “Oh alright then, on you get but don’t take too long.”

She felt a little like the classic long suffering wife of the ‘Lie back and think of England’ school as Keith climbed on top of her, carefully pulling open her legs and manoeuvring himself for entry. The gentle movement of intercourse began, a rhythmic in and out movement which, Judith admitted, was, even after all the earlier work and her increasing tenderness, not unpleasant. The climax, as she had requested, was not long delayed. She felt the pumping – a nice feeling.

Despite the now spent penis subsiding within her, Judith still felt quite full. Two first rate young men emptying themselves in her had seen to that! Judith was very content.

It was nice snuggling down with one young man each side of her, Judith settled into her pillow, feeling all full and satiated. A thought came to her, “If it snows this winter then, really, we must go for a walk in the woods,” she said, “and you can let me write your names in my handwriting in the snow using these little pencils.” Her hands went out and she held their limp penises in her hands. “I am sleepy,” she said, “You can wake me with these all hard in the morning. No, bring me tea as well. That’d be nice.” Her mind was drifting; it was comforting to have the boys to hold as she went to sleep. She would have to do it more often.

Judith awoke to the morning erections, her two young men standing naked by her bed, completely hard and erect, one holding a teapot, the other a cup and saucer. Incongruous but rather erotic. She sat up in bed and the tea was poured and the cup and saucer handed to her. Judith thanked her boys and said how much she admired their erections. It seemed the right thing to say. She sipped her tea.

“I think I’ll drink you now, Keith,” she said moving to the side of the bed and reaching for Keith. Her hand pulled him to her, his big penis up close and interesting. Tentatively she licked making its very end wet, tickling the little eye before sucking the whole head into her mouth, revelling in its smoothness on her tongue. She released her grasp on his cock and jiggled Keith’s hanging balls, soft and vulnerable, in her hand, whilst her tongue stroked the round dome in her mouth.

“Would you like to try?” she asked Gary. “It really is so smooth.” She winked at him as she ran her tongue up the head as if she was licking an ice cream. So suggestive, so naughty, so unlike her—until recently.

Gary declined looking rather worried. Should she command them, force them to suck each other? It would be amusing for a moment but she’d rather do it herself. Perhaps she should have Gary kiss her with Keith’s dome between them, all lips, tongues and silky smooth glans rather like the two girls she had once seen kissing and licking in a porno film as the penis flowed between them. When and why had she been watching that? She could not recall. She would like that but suspected Gary would not!

Judith’s lips slipped over the dome and she began to fellate the penis in earnest with long soft strokes of her mouth just as the night before she had used her vagina. All the while her fingers fondled Keith’s scrotum, light gossamer touches she knew men liked as she waited for the drawing up, the tightening, betraying imminent release. It did not take long.

She felt the movement and her fingers tightened; perhaps it would add to Keith’s pleasure the sudden clamp upon his testes at the moment of ejaculation—a mingling of pain with the orgasm. Judith liked being a bit hard, a little bit cruel perhaps with her men. She would ask him—see if he would like it again.

Keith’s penis began to pump; hot and salty on her tongue, filling her mouth, swirling around the invading dome; she allowed a little to slip down her throat, velvety smooth; the saltiness a contrast to the earlier tea.

The ejaculation complete, Judith beckoned Gary. “You may lie on top of me now.”

It had not been just Keith who had been flowing, her desire had begun with waking to the two young erections and had built as she had enjoyed Keith; Judith was wet and ready; the covers were thrown back and Gary got on top of her, between her spread thighs; she had clasped him to her breast and winced a bit as his unshaven stubbly face brushed against her smooth cheek and then she had kissed him, her tongue pushing through his lips seeking his own. Their tongues played together in the dance of the French Kiss; but then there was a sudden start from Gary, a sudden realisation of what his tongue was tasting, what his tongue was feeling; a salty viscosity that caused Gary to try and pull away but Judith held on to him, her legs locking over his back and the kiss was not, after all, broken as Gary squirmed pleasingly on top of her. Perhaps Judith should have swallowed more but her failure had, of course, been deliberate. She was naughty.

The feel of the big strong, young man on top of her, pushing her into the bed was very pleasing to Judith, the feel of his hardness against her sex equally enjoyable but it would be better lodged within her. “Keith,” she said, “would you mind sticking Gary into me please? Now would be good.”

Whether Keith minded pulling Gary’s penis away from him and manoeuvring it into Judith was neither here nor there to Judith. It was what she wanted. Equally whether Gary minded having his erection man-handled, literally, was also not of concern to Judith; she did of course like the idea of them working in concert upon her. Judith could feel Keith’s hand, touching her and touching Gary.

“If you’d move up a bit, Judith,” requested Keith, “I can’t get it into you, it’s so hard and too far up; they don’t bend you know.”

She complied and felt the head of Gary’s penis being pulled upwards brushing her mons, the smooth dome then sliding over her clitoris until it was positioned accurately where she wanted. She could feel its smoothness tantalisingly right at her entrance, just touching but not yet lodged. She felt Gary’s hips bucking, trying to effect the entrance but she held him off. It was her decision when she would take him in and she was enjoying the anticipation.

Slowly she began to slide down the penis, absorbing the head.

“No, don’t let go, Keith. Move it side to side in me. Yes, I like that.”

Judith continued her sliding, enjoying the rocking movement, until there was nothing left for Keith to hold—she had taken the whole penis into herself.

“You may fuck now, Gary,” she said, “but I’m to come first.”

Judith settled back into enjoying the steady pounding of her lusty young man, she had to do nothing but just enjoy the feeling and let her orgasm build; and build it did with Judith coming, rolling around on the bed and making rather a lot of noise for her.

“Stop, stop,” she cried. The pounding was now too much. “Hold still. Stroke his balls, Keith, that will help him come.” She was being wicked again and knew it. Involving Keith in his orgasm would not please Gary—nor Keith for that matter! It was a side of her character she had not seen before and it amused her. She felt Keith’s hand between her thighs, doing her bidding, tickling Gary, making him come.

It was perhaps inevitable given her involvement in the firm and the attendant social events that she came across Adrian again, the man with the pills. Judith was discomforted seeing him and rather hoping he didn’t mention them. It was a forlorn hope. He did not at first, but later in the evening he came across to her; she saw him from across the floor catch her eye and she knew, even before he started moving towards her, that he was going to ask her how she had got on. He did and inevitably he asked what she had done with the pills and had they worked?

She had been reticent. He said she had mentioned pretty girls—were they? She had assured him ‘they’ were not and he had fastened on the ‘they’ and gradually had wheedled out a little of what she had been up to.

“I told you they were for real,” he said.

She had made the mistake of asking, “why me?” Meaning he shouldn’t hand such things out quite so freely at parties. He had looked serious and said it was by no mean unthinking or casual on his part.

“I thought you looked so sad, a career woman so bound up in her work that she had no time for the pleasures of life, just to wake up, think of work, sit and eat a piece of toast and drink coffee whilst checking emails on one of those damn blackcurrant mobiles, before hurrying into work reading the FT and then coming home late still thinking of work before a quick ready meal and early bed only to rise again for more of the same the next day. Was I right?”

Judith wasn’t sure it had been quite like that.

“So I thought we’d change that...”

She had assumed the ‘we’ meant him and her.

“Judith,” said the MD with enthusiasm at her annual review a week later, “so pleased with your recent performance, almost as if you were a new woman. What has done it? There is freshness in you, a spark, an enthusiasm that was not there before. I’m not saying you weren’t good, but now! What is it, an inheritance, a personal problem solved, a health issue, a man? No, no I’m prying. Tell me if you want but I have plans for you.”

Judith was taken aback. She had not received such praise before from him. What was different? Nothing she could think of except perhaps... Yes she had been firing on all cylinders recently but it was certainly not a man: men, young men doing her bidding maybe!

“Well I want you to head our operation in the States, yes, I mean that. We at Pullen Wagstaff plc have expansion plans and I need someone to spearhead the operation.”

The MD asked his secretary to show some people in.

“And these two young men from the States will be working under you—so, can I introduce Cy and Reno.”

Judith was again taken aback. Two able young men, keen, enthusiastic and, actually she could not help noticing, very tall and handsome indeed.

There was a long introduction and discussion. Afterwards the MD showed Judith out, “I am expecting great things, Judith. Oh, and by the way my colleague, personal friend really, Adrian Brightly, gave me this to give to you. Part of your complete reward package, you see. He said you’d understand. I’m sure you will find this, ah, these useful. Good luck.”

The box, the so familiar box of pills handed to her by the MD, was so unexpected, so out of the blue—a collision of different worlds. She was numb, a feeling of panic overtaking her, a retained image of the MD smiling in her mind, smiling with what? An embarrassing knowledge of her, a knowledge that gave power?

Judith stood outside the MD’s door with a cocktail of emotions running through her, elation at her new role yes but when she looked at the box of pills in her hands she realised for certain the MD knew exactly what they were about and what they did; and then, realisation dawned, he was completely unconcerned at that or how she might play Cy and Reno. Embarrassment, horror, fear? She smiled to herself; no, not at all; none of these, she had Carte Blanche to play her own game in America, why else had the MD given the box to her? Now what did Cy and Reno look like naked? Well she was going to find out.