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Of course, they also went out with other students from time to time. But afterwards, the three would meet up and discuss the dates – who did what to whom? If it was something we haven’t tried, did it feel good? By the time they were about to finish at the lycée all three were quite experienced.

Just before graduation Jules told O and Yasmin, “I’m afraid I will be leaving Paris. I have been accepted to university in England. What about you two?”

Yasmin replied, “I guess I will help my folks at the restaurant. I think they are going to buy it and will need all the help they can get.”

O said, “I’m not sure. I really don’t know what I want to do in life.”

Jules blushed a little and said, “I do not know. What do you think it is?”

Then Yasmin grabbed his hand and pulled it against her thigh saying, “Here. You can feel me too.”

A moment later Jules ran his hand up Yasmin’s inner thigh to her panties. Then he was inside them and into Yasmin’s sex. She said, “Oh goodness,” but did not protest. Then she kissed Jules on the mouth.

O ignored them as she drove, but shortly afterwards said, “Well, here we are at the park. What do we want to do now?” Jules looked around and said, “Well, you could pull the car over there by that shed and we could get in the back seat and talk some.” His trousers were already unzipped, and Yasmin’s panties were around her knees. “Okay,” said O as she pulled over behind a maintenance shed. Then all three got out and sort of piled into the rather large back seat of the car. On the way from the driver’s seat to the backseat O managed to divest herself of her panties also. Once in the back seat she sat to Jules’ left while Yasmin was on his right, gripping his member as he fingered her. O looked, said, “Nice!” and then leaned across Jules to kiss Yasmin on the lips. Then Yasmin slipped a hand beneath O’s blouse and into her bra to get to O’s nipples. “Oh! They are so hard,” said Yasmin never letting go of Jules’ member.

Seeing O and Yasmin kiss and fondle both amazed and excited Jules. So much that he nearly came right then. But instead, he moved his fingers from Yasmin’s sex and slid his hand up O’s thigh to her already wet sex. “Ooh, that’s really nice,” said O as his hand entered her and massaged her clitoris.

A moment later Yasmin, her lips locked on Jules’ moved over to where she was almost sitting on his stomach, still keeping her right hand on his member. As she did this, O bent down and took his sex in her mouth. It was all too much for Jules. He came in O’s mouth, and as he did so she pulled away and said, “Uh oh!’” and started to spit, but Yasmin said, “Swallow, O! It’ll make your boobs bigger if you swallow. I read that somewhere.”

And Jules thought to himself, “I am so glad we moved to Paris.”

Then one day Yasmin said to O, “I wonder if it would be as much fun with a boy?”

O replied, “Maybe we could find out? There is that new boy in our class – Jules. I think he is very cute.”

“I like that idea. But where could we go?” asked Yasmin.

O responded, “Well, my mom has an old Citroen 2CV, and Grandmother’s friend has recently taught me how to drive.”

“Her friend? You mean the man you call ’Sir’?”

“Yes. He took Grandmother and me to the country last weekend and showed me how to shift gears and steer and all.”

“Okay,” said Yasmin. “I’ll ask him in class if he would like to go with us to Park Monceau and get ice cream if you can get the car.”

“I can,” said O. “Mom is off with a friend for the week.”

The next day at the lycée Jules, whose family had recently moved to Paris from Cherbourg, was approached by Yasmin. Before talking to Jules, Yasmin had carefully unbuttoned the top two buttons on her school blouse revealing a lot of cleavage for a schoolgirl. She approached Jules who was tall, lanky and had black curly hair over a pleasant face and said, “Since you’re the new guy in school, my chum O and I thought we would offer to treat you to some ice cream. Would you be interested?”

Jules, not looking at Yasmin’s face, replied, “Sure! Where?”

“O knows how to drive and can get her mother’s car. We thought we would take you to an ice cream shop by Parc Monceau. Can you go tomorrow?”

“Sure.”

After school O and Yasmin, securely locked in the bedroom of her parents’ home plotted. Yasmin said, “O, I’ll get him to kiss me and finger me, but I read somewhere that men like for women to kiss their ‘thing.’ I’m not sure I want to do that. Will you?”

O giggled and said, “Sure. Once I walked in on my mom and she was doing that to one of her friends from work. He sure looked like he enjoyed it. Besides, I wonder if Jules will taste different from you.”

Yasmin hit her with a pillow and both girls collapsed in laughter.

O felt increasingly uncomfortable at Humberto’s estate. When she left the house, she was sure that the man called Juan was lurking around. She saw him several times. Each time he would grin at O, tip his hat and say, Good Morning, Senorita.” She thought about saying something to Humberto but decided not to. One day Humberto said to O, “If you would like to go into Rio, I can send Rodrigo and a couple of his men to escort you.” O declined.

And then there was Yasmin. On several occasions, O’s sleep was interrupted by Yasmin who would come over from the bedroom she shared with Humberto, creep into O’s room, get in bed with O and begin kissing and fondling her. One night, as O was sleeping soundly – a rarity for O who usually was plagued by vivid dreams or nightmares- she was awakened by Yasmin’s hands roughly spreading O’s thighs. Before she was fully awake, Yasmin’s mouth was on O’s sex with her tongue probing into O’s vulva. As Yasmin’s tongue swirled around O’s clitoris, Yasmin ran one of her hands up O’s flat belly to her breasts and clamped onto a nipple. As O gave way to orgasm, that hand roughly pinched and pulled on O’s nipple while the index finger of the other hand plunged into O’s anus. O cried out, and in the bedroom on the other side of the big house, Humberto watched on the closed-circuit camera.

O received a pro forma letter from her mother, Ségolène, saying that the family was considering moving to Marseilles, but didn’t have an apartment there. Then Ségolène went on to write about her latest ‘man,’ but there was nothing from O’s grandmother. O would have liked to return to Paris before her family moved, but she didn’t have the money for the flight. And her mother certainly didn’t.

Then O got a letter from her great aunt Pauline. It read: “O, I saw your letter that said you and your friends were staying with Humberto H. I think you should know that he and your grandmother were lovers once. It was in the late 1960’s when your grandmother was working in the periphery of the French film industry. She was ‘dating’ several men at the time, and Humberto was one of them. He wanted your grandmother to marry him, but she refused. Heartbroken, he emigrated to Brazil. She never heard from him again. But, O, one thing she didn’t tell Humberto was that she was pregnant when he asked her to marry. She never confided in me who the father was. Your mother, Ségolène, could be the daughter of Humberto, which would make you his granddaughter. I thought you should know.”

O was in a deep funk. There was no word about Robert. Her mood became worse when Rodrigo and his men returned from their search for Robert. They had recovered Robert’s camera and one of his boots near a stream only a couple of kilometers from the village at the edge of the jungle. As Rodrigo was talking to Humberto, she glanced at the half dozen or so men who had helped Rodrigo with the search. O’s blood ran cold when she thought she recognized one of the men as Juan, one of the men who had raped her on the side of the road leading from Rio. O thought, “My God! Is that him? Is that one of the men who raped me? The one who took my rear? Dear God, is he one of Rodrigo’s men? If so, does that mean that Rodrigo set be up to be assaulted?”

The man O recognized as Juan must have seen her looking at him because he smiled, grinned actually, at O and tipped his hat to her. O retreated to her room and locked the door. At supper that night, O sat at the table with Humberto and Yasmin. She noticed Yasmin was wearing a nearly transparent blouse and a leather collar around her neck. After eating, Humberto invited both girls into his study for brandy. O noticed that when Yasmin sat down beside Humberto on the couch, she did not close her knees. O also noticed that Yasmin wasn’t wearing any panties. And O noticed again the old photograph with the couple standing in front of the Eiffel Tower. She was sure it was of Humberto and her grandmother, but she didn’t dare to ask Humberto about it. After finishing his brandy, Humberto got up. He looked at O and Yasmin and said, “O, I am terribly sorry about Robert. You are welcome to stay here as long as you wish.” Then looking at Yasmin, he said, “Little darling, I am going to bed. You may join me when you and O finish.” And he left the room, leaving the two young women alone.

O turned to her friend and said, “What is it with you? Wearing that collar and no underwear? I’m sure Esmeralda noticed.” Yasmin replied, “O, it’s not really complicated. I need a place to live and Humberto wants me to stay with him. But on the condition that I basically become his slave. It makes him happy to display me as one.”

“So, now you are Humberto’s slave?” Yasmin answered, “Yes. But I am happy as such. He buys me nice things. Hew says he is going to get me a jeweled collar soon and a ring with diamonds and emeralds. Oh, and even though he’s old, he is still good in bed. Last night he tongued me for a half hour before taking me. I came three times.”

“Incredible,” said O.

O felt her knees go weak and said, “What? How? No! That cannot be.” Humberto replied, “I am afraid it’s true. Yasmin and I went to the small village just beyond the edge of my estate, near the edge of the jungle. We were to meet Robert there and bring him back. But he wasn’t there. We waited overnight, but he did not show up. I spoke to several of the villagers who said that they had warned Robert that a band of Tupamaro Indians lived in that part of the jungle. They have a reputation of being headhunters. Still Robert decided to go into the jungle to do his nature photography. I fear he may have been captured by the Indians and killed. I will send Rodrigo and his men to search the area, but I fear the worst.”

O collapsed.

Later in her room O felt a cool cloth being pressed against her face. She opened her eyes and saw Yasmin and Esmeralda standing over her. She looked at Yasmin and said, “Oh Yasmine. Please tell me it isn’t true.” Yasmin replied, “I am afraid it’s true. Maybe Rodrigo and his men can find Robert. But from what I gather, it would be a long shot.”

Unable to sleep, O opened one of the paperback books she found in the bedside table. Its title was ‘Sex Slaves of the Barbary Pirates.’ O scanned the first several chapters which told of an 18th century British noble woman, Amanda Carrington, being kidnapped from a British merchant ship by pirates near the Barbary coast in northern Africa. The head pirate, a man named Abu Simbel, was a tall, dark and handsome Berber. O thought to herself, “Probably one of Yasmin’s ancestors.” Abu Simbel told Amanda, ‘I intend to take you to my harem and train you in the ways of pleasing a man like men.’

As she read, O reached down and pulled her night gown up so that her sex and breasts were exposed. She continued reading: “Amanda was cast into the harem where several other women first stripped her of her proper British garb and gave her a near transparent silk tunic which barely covered her sex. But before Amanda could put on the tunic, a large woman who seemed to be in charge told her, ‘First we must remove your pubic hair. It is the custom in the harem.’ She then produced a straight razor and with other women holding Amanda’s legs apart, she proceeded to shave Amanda until she was as bare as the day she was born.

O turned to the next chapter and slid her hand down her flat belly as she did so. The next chapter told how Abu Simbel basically raped Amanda that night. After taking her sex, he said to her, ‘I am now going to take you in your aft hole. It is my favorite.’ O’s hand slid further down as she read how Abu Simbel plundered Amanda’s rear.

O realized she was getting aroused reading about Amanda’s travails. So, she got up and took off her night gown, leaving herself completely naked. Then she read another chapter. In that one Abu Simbel has Amanda whipped by his palace guard – a tall, well-muscled Nubian as dark as ebony- while Amanda is bound, completely naked, to a post in the middle of the harem. All the other women watch. Then the Nubian takes Amanda, still tied to the post, as the other women look on and cheer. As tears run down Amanda’s face, Abu Simbel approaches and whispers in her ear, ‘Tomorrow I will make your humiliation complete and mark you as mine.’

O turned to the penultimate chapter: The Nubian and the head woman of the harem took Amanda from her room to the area of the harem where she had been tied to the post. They removed the near transparent silk tunic that was all Amanda was allowed to wear, leaving her naked again. Amanda looked around and noticed that now there was a sort of table there. Amanda noticed with dread that there was a small brazier nearby with red hot coals in it. And buried in the coals was a branding iron. Abu Simbel approached Amanda and said, ‘It is time to mark you as my property and then the ultimate humiliation.’ With that Amanda was tied over the table so that her rear was in the air. The head woman pressed the hot iron onto the tender flesh of Amanda’s read marking her with ‘A.S.’ Amanda screamed and fainted.

O’s fingers entered her already wet sex and sought out her clitoris. Rubbing it softly with her fingers, she continued to read: When Amanda regained consciousness, she realized there was more to be done to her. The head woman had been heating a long needle, similar to a knitting needle, in the coals. Grasping one of Amanda’s lower lips in her hand, she pushed the hot needle through the flesh of the lower lip, leaving a hole but cauterizing the flesh as it went. Amanda fainted again.

O knew she was very close now, but she wanted to finish the chapter, so she held up a bit while she read: When Amanda awoke, she looked down at her sex. The woman had inserted a ring though the hole made by the needle and run a small chain through the ring, effectively making a leash attached to Amanda’s sex. This was too much for O. She let the book slip from her hand and with a vision of her as Amanda and Robert as Abu Simbel, she gave way to a shattering orgasm.

And Across the way in Humberto’s bedroom where O’s performance had been televised by the camera hidden in the ceiling fan, Yasmin looked up from Humberto’s lap where she had been ministering to his erection and asked, “I wonder if O will read the final chapter where Abu Simbel offers to return Amanda to England.”

Robert managed to get O a modeling job for an American sports magazine. They were flown to Arizona where the photo shoot took place. Upon returning to Brazil, Robert again did a photo shoot for the Most Famous Model in the World. After the shoot, Robert introduced O to her and asked her if she would let O photograph her sometime. Much to Robert’s amazement, the Most Famous Model in the World agreed and said O could photograph her next commercial which was scheduled for the following week, as she was going to Boston to see her husband before he started football training camp. She laughingly told Robert, “I want to give him something to remember other than those silly football plays.”

This worked out well for Robert. Since arriving in Brazil, he had wanted to venture into the Amazon jungle to do some photography, so he and O went back to Humberto’s plantation with Robert planning to into the jungle from there. When the Most Famous Model in the World returned, Rodrigo would take O back to Rio to do the photography. Afterwards, she would return to Humberto’s and catch up with Robert.

Upon arriving back at the plantation, O noticed that Yasmin had moved from the room O and she had shared and was now sharing a room with Humberto. The next morning Robert was to set off into the jungle at the edge of Humberto’s cotton fields. As he was leaving, O ran up and kissed him. Robert smiled and said, “I’ll be gone for a week and you’ll be a famous photographer by the time I get back.” Then he turned and went down a trail.

Several days later, O received a call saying that her photo shoot of the Most Famous Model in the World was set for the next day. That night O was so excited she couldn’t fall asleep. There was no Yasmin to talk to; Yasmin was busy entertaining Humberto in the other wing of the plantation home. O tossed and turned in the bed as the clock approached midnight. She tried masturbating, but couldn’t reach orgasm, even using her fantasies from the movie stills Robert had done. Frustrated, she opened the rawer on the bedside table where she was sure Yasmin might have left a pack of cigarettes. There were no cigarettes, but O did find three books: a Bible in Portuguese and two French paperbacks – ‘Wisdom of the Lash’ and “Sex Slaves of the Barbary Pirates.’ O thought to herself, “Perhaps old Humberto gave these to Yasmin to read.”

So, O opened the latter and began reading.

“Great!” said Robert and O in unison.

“What about me?” asked Yasmin.

“And you, my darling. You will stay here and enjoy the company of an old man who will show you around his plantation.”

“Oh, that would be really nice,” said Yasmin. Later in their room, O said to Yasmin, “You seem quite content to stay with Humberto. Is that really what you want to do?

Yasmin responded, “Listen O, you and Robert have a plan. You’re smart enough to be a photographer. If that doesn’t work out, you’re pretty enough to model. You have a plan and a back up plan. What do I have? I’m not as pretty as you. True I have a zaftig figure with big tits and ass. But eventually, I’ll get fat; you’ll always be slender like your mom and grandmother. You’ve seen my mother. She was very pretty when she was young, but she got really fat. I don’t want to end up being a waitress all my life. Maybe old Humberto can be my ticket out of waitressing. Besides, he isn’t ugly.”

O laughed and said, “That’s my girl. Always a plan. Well, you and old Humberto have fun touring his plantation. And don’t wear the old boy out too much.”

The next morning Robert and O set out from Humberto’s plantation to Rio where the photo shoots would occur. They took one of Humberto’s sedans and Rodrigo and a couple of hard looking men followed in a SUV as far as the outskirts of Rio. Then they turned off, sure that no kidnappers would think about doing anything in Rio.

O’s job was not modeling fashion per se, but rather as a backup in a music video. She did her part well and was noticed by the video director who passed along her name to other photographers and managers. This resulted in several modeling gigs for O – mostly swim wear and casual clothing. Robert’s job was to photograph the Most Famous Model in the World for several commercials. He was quite happy to do so and his work was noticed quite favorably.

Rather than drive back to Humberto’s plantation, Robert and O took a short-term lease on a flat in the city. Robert insisted on one with two separate bedrooms, so he wouldn’t be tempted, but O would wait each night until Robert was asleep, then creep into his room and get in bed with him. Most nights Robert’s good intentions melted in the heat of O’s approach.

And back at the plantation, Humberto and Yasmin did more than tour the fields.

Robert startled into consciousness and looked down only to see O looking up and holding his erect member in her hand. “Well, sleepyhead,” she said. “It’s about time. Will you take me now?”

Robert agonized while O pumped her hand up and down on his member. She said, “Well?”

“O, I can’t. It’s not right. Don’t you understand?”

“Seriously? Do you want me to stop?” asked O.

Robert thought to himself, “Please God. Give me strength,” before managing to say aloud, “Yes. I’m serious. Now, please go back to your room.”

With that O got up and flounced off back to her own room where Yasmin was still snoring. She got into bed and thought to herself, “I’ve been rejected twice tonight. By Robert and Yasmin, albeit after taking her twice.” Then she reached down her flat belly to her own sex and thought, “Well, my hand won’t reject me. And Yasmin is a sound sleeper; she won’t know.” She began playing with herself. But O still could not come, try as she might. O tried to fantasize about what she had done to Yasmin and what Yasmin had done to her. Nothing. She tried to fantasize about Robert. Still nothing. Then O moved on to an old reliable fantasy – she was bound naked to a stake. A man, probably Robert, had a whip in his hand. He drew his hand back. And O finally gave way to a crushing orgasm as the sun began to rise in the east.

O ran her hand down Yasmin’s belly to the mound above her sex. Yasmin stopped her and said, “Your gown. Take it off please. And turn out the light. I want to kiss you all over.” O did and both girls were quite naked. O continued the downward drift of her mouth until she encountered Yasmin’s already wet sex. O gently spread her inner labia and began tonguing the opening to Yasmin’s vulva, eliciting deeper sighs. Then O began flicking her tongue around Yasmin’s clitoris before she settled on gentle sucking bites. It didn’t take long. Soon Yasmin’s body stiffened, and she gave way to an orgasm.

Then Yasmin turned O over and did essentially the same to O as O had done to her. But to no avail. O could not reach orgasm. “What’s the matter, O? Am I doing something wrong?”

O responded, “No. It’s me. I just can’t get off. Maybe it’s because I’m thinking about what Robert said. But let me do you again.”

“Yes, please do,” said Yasmin.

And unknown to the girls, a camera set in the ceiling fan in the middle of the room captured their lovemaking so that Humberto in his room on the other side of the mansion could watch his two young guests entertaining themselves.

A little over a half an hour later, O again ran her hand down Yasmin’s belly. But Yasmin moved it away, saying, “No more please. Twice is nice enough tonight. Now, you be a good girl and go back to your own bed across the room. O did and a short while later she heard the heavy breathing and soft snores that meant Yasmin was sound asleep.

But O couldn’t sleep. She was still troubled by Robert’s rejection of her. So, once she was sure Yasmin was asleep, O crept out of her bed and across the hall to Robert’s room.

Yasmin smiled a crooked smile and said, “I am O’s friend. Other than that, I don’t have a plan yet.”

Humberto laughed and said, “Splendid. Now for more wine.” Two glasses of wine later, O slipped a hand under the table and ran it up Robert’s leg to his crotch. There she sought out his member and rubbed it through the cloth of his trousers until he abruptly pushed it away. Robert looked at his uncle and said, “It’s been a long day. I think I will turn in.” Then he got up to leave. The girls took it as their cue to also retire, but when O got up, Humberto said, “Please ladies, do not leave this old man alone to finish up a just opened bottle of wine. So, they stayed. Later in the hallway between the girls’ room and Robert, O was going to the bathroom when the door to Robert’s room opened. It was Robert. O went to him, kissed him on the lips and ran her hand down to his crotch. She said, “You pushed my hand away at dinner. Don’t you want me?”

“Yes, of course I do. But, O, it will never work. I am almost twenty years older than you. I try to think of myself as your mentor, not your lover.” Then he pushed away and retreated to his room. O was crestfallen.

Later in their room O and Yasmin talked. “I don’t understand why Robert pushed me away. He said he wanted me, but he wouldn’t do anything about it,” said O. Yasmin answered, “He’s just trying to be ‘good.’ Not like you, you horny bitch,” laughed Yasmin.

O then came over to Yasmin’s bed, sat down and reached to untie the top of Yasmin’s night gown. She said, “I bet I’m not the only horny bitch in this house.”

Robert put out his hand and said, “Yes. I am Robert. These are my friends.” He nodded to O and Yasmin.

Rodrigo looked O up and down before saying, “Yes. Senor Humberto said you would be traveling with two young women, but he did not say they would be so beautiful. Now come please, we have a car waiting.”

On the way to the car, Yasmin leaned over and whispered to O, “Did you see how that Rodrigo character looked at you? It gave me a fright.” O ignored the comment but clung tightly to Robert’s arm. It was not only one car waiting for them, but a small caravan: three vehicles in all – a lead black SUV, a Cadillac sedan for Robert and the girls, and a trailing pick up truck with a mounted machine gun in the bed of the truck. Rodrigo must have seen the look on Robert’s face because he said, “A precaution. It is two hours drive to Senor Humberto’s estate and there have been several incidences along the highway.”

“Incidences?” said Robert.

“Yes. Kidnappings. There was one last week.”

But this trip was quite uneventful. The drive ended at a large gated entrance with armed guards. They opened the gate at the sight of the lead SUV and waved the party in. Then another ten minutes through cotton fields and what looked like jungle.” Roberto said, “There are several thousand acres on the estate. It is at the edge of the jungle. Senor Humberto grows soybeans and the best cotton in Brazil.” Then the caravan arrived at what looked to O like a American South plantation home. “Here we are,” said Rodrigo, and the weary travelers got out.

Humberto came to meet them. O noticed he was older, probably in his late 50’s or early 60’s, but still handsome with his tanned face, white shock of hair and a still fit physique honed by days on the plantation. “Welcome to my humble estate,” said Humberto. Introductions were made and then Humberto said, “I’m sure you would like to freshen up. Then we will meet for dinner tonight. Esmeralda will show you to your rooms.” He nodded to a large black woman that O took to be his maid. She showed them to what was referred to as the guest wing of the home. There the girls shared a large room, so large that it was able to accommodate two double beds with a table separating the two. Robert had a room across the long hallway. The bathroom was at the end of the hallway.

As the girls unpacked O said to Yasmin, “You thought Rodrigo looked funny at me. Did you see how Humberto looked at you?”

The scene: Both O and Anna are chained to their beds for the night, as is the custom for women at Roissy. Anna asks O how many men she has had. At first O answers, “I don’t know. A hundred, I suppose. Perhaps more.” Anna laughs and says, “I didn’t mean that, O. I meant how many men have you really been in love with? I know about Rene and Sir Stephen. Were there others?” O responds, “Yes. Really six I guess.” To which Anna replies, “Tell me about them. I must know!”

And O replies, “First there was Robert. He was older, perhaps twelve or fifteen years. He was a photographer. He saw me walking home from the lycée one day with my friend, Yasmin. I was still a teenager. He came up to me and said, I will never forget what he said, ‘Mademoiselle, your red hair and blue green eyes are an inspiration for me. Let me photograph you. You can be my muse.’ Yasmin thought he was just some grown man looking to get laid by a young girl and said, ‘Come on, O. Ignore him.’ But I was intrigued. I went with him to his studio and he took some photos of me, all the while telling me how pretty I was. I always loved it when an older man told me I was pretty.” “So, you leapt into bed with him? Or did he tie you to the bed?” said Anna, laughing. “Oh no. Robert was the perfect gentleman. He photographed me for several weeks. He even paid me to model. He called me his muse. It was a couple of months before he took nude photos of me. I must say they were tasteful, mostly black and whites. And he sent some of the photos of me wearing clothes to some local modeling agencies. I got a few jobs modeling thanks to him. I worked with him for over two years. We grew quite close; more than just a photographer and model. I told him I wanted to become a photographer and he began showing me things, like an apprenticeship. Then…” Anna interrupted, “Then he bedded you and took your virginity.” “No,” laughed O. “Some boy did that in the back of my mother’s Citroen when I was barely fourteen, all sweaty and clumsy. But Robert was my first real lover. He was the first man I ever had an orgasm with. Previously I had only come when I masturbated, and then not all that often.” “So, you did become lovers?” “Yes. I was grateful to him. He made me feel good. He helped me in my chosen profession. I loved him in a way, and I think he loved me.” “What happened to him? Did you leave him for Rene, and he committed suicide?” “No,” said O. “He took me to Brazil, and let Yasmin accompany us. He said that there I could break into modeling more easily and still do photography. It worked for a bit. We all stayed at his uncle’s estate and Robert got me some modeling assignments. We even did a shoot in the United States that got some of my photos into a magazine. But then one day Robert said he wanted to do some nature photography in the Amazon. He was insistent about going, even though his uncle Humberto told him it might be dangerous. But Robert was headstrong and a romantic at heart. He just went into the jungle one day. He disappeared, and I never saw him again.” Both O and Anna were silent for a bit. Then Anna asked, “And then you met Rene?” “No,” said O. “I stayed with Robert’s uncle Humberto for a bit. He was intrigued by Yasmin. Then Yasmin left – she was always flighty – and I found out that Humberto had been at one time, my own grandmother’s lover. It was too creepy being there, so I came back to Paris. On my twenty first birthday.”

Robert and O became occasional lovers. O was completely satisfied with the arrangement; she considered Robert to be her first ‘real’ lover. He was, in fact, the first man O ever had a true orgasm with. He was patient when making love, intent on O’s pleasure as much as his own.

“He makes me so happy,” O confided to Yasmin.

“But he’s old,” countered Yasmin.

“I don’t care,” responded O. “When he goes down on me, I feel like I’m in Heaven.”

Yasmin laughed and said, “Don’t let the priest hear that. He’ll say you’re going to Hell for sure.”

But Robert felt somewhat uneasy about the arrangement. “True, O is twenty now. But I am 37, and her teacher. In certain ways I feel she is my child. But, like a moth to a flame, I am drawn to her,” he thought to himself. Then out loud, “And is she ever good in bed!”

But from a practical standpoint, things were less than perfect. O was tired of living with her mother, grandmother and great aunt. Besides they were talking about moving to Marseilles. O wasn’t making enough to afford her own apartment, even if she and Yasmin became roommates. She hinted to Robert about her situation, but while he let her stay over occasionally, moving in wasn’t offered as an option. O wasn’t getting a lot of modeling gigs, and it is very hard to break into the fashion industry as a photographer. And to top it all off, Robert was having trouble financially also.

Then one day, Robert announced, “I have an idea. Let’s go to Brazil.”

“Brazil? Why?” asked O.

“I think it would be easier to get modeling jobs there. My uncle, Humberto, has an estate there. We could live with him. He has written me and asked me to come stay with him. Plus, I’ve always wanted to do some nature photography in Amazonia. I’m sure those photos would sell for a lot. What do you say?”

O responded, “But what about Yasmin?”

“We’ll take her with us. The more, the merrier.”

And on O’s 21st birthday, the threesome boarded a plane bound for Rio de Janeiro.

Theirs blossomed into a symbiotic relationship. O wanted to become a photographer herself and Robert agreed to be her mentor. As he later said, “O became my muse. I never tired of photographing her. Her red hair and blue/green eyes spoke volumes to my camera.” And O developed a huge crush on him.

After completing Lycée, O wanted to move in with Robert, but he felt that being 17 years her senior, he was too old for her. Nevertheless, O was insistent, and Robert eventually gave in. Although O had lost her virginity at age 14 with another school chum in the backseat of her grandmother’s Citroen, Robert was the first man that O ever had an orgasm with. However, photography work was difficult to find in Paris during that time, so Robert proposed that he and O should go to Brazil where his uncle Humberto had a plantation. O’s friend Yasmin accompanied them. So at age 20, O, Robert, and Yasmin set off to Brazil.

Initially it proved to be a good choice. Robert found work doing fashion photography and O as a model. They were even selected to do a photography shoot for a sports magazine that took them to Arizona in the United States. Once back in Brazil, Robert stated that it was his dream to do some nature photography in Amazonia. He set off into the interior while O continued to model and hone her fashion photography skills.

Then disaster struck. Robert was kidnapped by Indians in the interior and presumed dead. O stayed for a while with Humberto, but upon learning that he and O’s grandmother had once been lovers, she decided to return to France where she landed a job with La Femme Mediterranean.

But five years later, a man emerged from the jungle in Brazil. It was Robert! After recovering at his uncle’s estate, he came back to France in search of O. Unfortunately, his search was fruitless, as O had since met Rene and Sir Stephen and moved on with her life. Despondent, Robert began photographing Paris prostitutes at work. These photos eventually became the book, “Dames de la Nuit.”