Upon their arrival he had taken Natalie to his chamber and drew up the blinds that
revealed his secret view of the adjoining room. On the bed Natalie saw Jacqueline, nude,
with René lying fully clothed alongside her. 
“Why are they using O’s room?” Natalie asked in a hushed tone.
“O has left us, Natalie. By the way, you needn’t whisper.” Sir Stephen said. “We can hear
them but they cannot hear us.” 
The manner in which he so casually dismissed the subject of O distressed Natalie again
but her worried questions were hushed by a finger to her lips. Sir Stephen directed her
attention back to the bed beyond the partition.
René was softly stroking the rosy tips of Jacqueline’s breasts, first one and then
the other. Her sister’s eyes were closed and Natalie could hear her purring. From the foot
of the same bed she was then secretly observing, Natalie had watched as O had stroked
those same breasts: had been tied and then had writhed and quivered under the sting of the
crop. In that room she had seen O on her knees dutifully receiving Sir Stephen`s rigid,
thrusting member in her mouth, seen her, kneeling with her cheek pressed to the floor,
spread her own buttocks with both hands to offer Sir Stephen her rear opening.
Watching René with her sister did not really strike her as erotic but when
René began speaking she listened intently, hoping to hear some clue as to O’s
fate.
“Sir Stephen wishes me to take you to visit Roissy.”
Jacqueline’s eyes opened and she sighed as René’s fingers left her nipples.
“He has O. Let him take her there. I am yours.” she pouted.
“By now she has already been sent back there.” René said, nuzzling her ear. “I
want you to go for a stay as well. You have already said you are curious.”
“I might go…as long as you were with me. Just to see what goes on there.”
“When O was my lover she was never as difficult as you are being. Perhaps you do not love
me as much as she did? If you will not go to Roissy unconditionally perhaps we should just
call it off between us.”
Jacqueline suddenly realized that a refusal might cause René to send her away. His
words also flared her jealousy of René’s past with O. Even though she’d taken
pleasure from O’s lips and caresses on many occasions she had really only allowed O to
seduce her to get close to René. It was the same jealousy which had prompted her to
inform René and Sir Stephen of minor indiscretions by O. Once she felt she’d won
René’s attentions she had completely enjoyed seeing O punished or degraded.
“You say O is there…would I be allowed to see her being whipped?”
“If Sir Stephen wished to allow it. Tell me you agree to go so I will know that your love
for me is complete. If you do this for me I shall have a surprise for you when we
return.”
Perhaps, Jacqueline thought, the surprise might be a proposal of marriage. Despite her
misgivings Jacqueline felt she had no option but to accede to René’s wishes. She
took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply before looking into his questioning eyes
and reaching greedily for the stiff member that was tenting his trousers.
“Since you feel you need proof of my feelings for you I will go to your silly chateau in
Roissy then. Now make love to me, darling.”
René rewarded Jacqueline’s acquiescence by expertly caressing the wet and needy
cleft between her receptive thighs. She moaned and urged him to mount her. 

Seeing Jacqueline with René was completely different than when she had watched her
in bed with O. Natalie had found the softly sensuous intertwining of two female bodies far
more erotic. The coupling she was watching now struck her as clumsy by comparison; still
she could not help but be curious as to what it would feel like to be penetrated. 
While Natalie had been watching and listening to her sister’s exchange with René,
Sir Stephen had been stroking the girl’s hair affectionately. With a sardonic smile he
lowered the blind over the one-way glass. Natalie moved to the center of the room and
looked up at him with anger in her young eyes. 
“She is horrible! She only agreed to go to Roissy because she wants to see my sweet O
suffer.”
“You have become too fond of O, I think, Natalie.” It was a statement.
“I love O.” she said simply.
“You may think you love her but you are too young yet to understand the meaning of real
love.” Sir Stephen laughed.