When the car finally made its way up to the museum entrance, Michele was still splayed half naked on the back seat of the car, as Kincaid was slowly pulled her form fitting dress back down her body. When Michele was finally clothed, she tussled her long hair, after which she and Kincaid exited the car and said good-bye to Maurice, whom was scheduled to pick them up at Kincaid's apartment in about three hours. This time frame provided Kincaid with a few free hours to give Michele a small tour of the world's most famous erotic art museum, the Paris Institute of Fine Arts, as well as let her meet some very special young men, art students, whom Kincaid had been mentoring, and whom he hoped, during her stay, capture on canvas and in oil both her inner and outer beauty.

Kincaid got out of the Mercedes first and then helped his lovely lady, who despite her tussled hair, still radiated unbelievable beauty and eroticism, as her tight form fitting dress and white pumps framed her body in a pose that he would never forget. As Maurice closed the door and gave Michele her jacket, Kincaid thanked his assistant for the ride, at which Maurice replied, as he looked up and down at Michele's busty frame, "no my friend, thank you!" Maurice then returned to the car and headed back to Kincaid's apartment, which was only about six blocks away across the Seine, where he would begin finalizing the details of Michele's training at the Roissy.

As Kincaid led Michele up the marble stairs to the museum entrance, two dark skinned and handsome young men, whose lean and muscular frames were dressed in jeans and black T-shirts, both eyed the lovely woman that hung on their benefactor's arm. The sun still shone bright in the July sky as the museum had just closed for the afternoon, however, as Kincaid was a museum patron, he had been granted permission to give Michele a guided tour. Upon seeing the young men, Michele was introduced to the Patel brothers, Atikur and Arjun, both of whom were art students from India, whose studies and living expenses Kincaid was financially sponsoring. Kincaid was friend's with the brothers father during his time in the Navy, and after their parents died, he dutifully brought them to Paris to continue their studies. Day's before Michele's arrival, Kincaid had arranged for the brothers to give them a guided tour of a special museum exhibit on the legend of the Kama Sutra, the ancient Indian art of Tantric love making, which Kincaid had mastered during his years in India with the French navy, and which he taught an introductory course there at the museum.

After their arrival several months prior, Atikur and Arjun, who were both virgins, had asked Kincaid to teach them the ancient art, and with Michele's arrival, both men now had a soon to be ready and willing female subject with whom they hoped they would soon be able to practice the ancient methods with, under the tutelage of their benefactor and mentor. The Kama Sutra is a centuries old manuscript from India dedicated to the art of lovemaking and sexual fulfillment. Its chapters contain detailed instructions for stimulating, seducing and satisfying one's partner. It has been considered by many to be the "bible" on the study of pleasure and intimacy and is the most famous sex manual ever written. As the art students guided their benefactor and his lovely companion and walked through the galleries that displayed ancient scenes of Indian men and women making love and practicing the ancient art of love, Michele became flush with excitement at the prospect of learning from Kincaid, and his 18 year old students, the ancient art.

The erotic images, as well as the history lesson she was given about the Kama Sutra, served only to intensify the sexual heat that Michele's loins were emanating, as she walked slowly, while the steel plug in her rear continued to pulsate and wiggle with each movement of her graceful legs, that were perched high on her white heels. Michele was in heaven as she walked and clung to the arm of her lover and listened to his protégés explain the ancient art of the Kama Sutra and the numerous legends behind the Tantric art of sensual love making. Kincaid was extremely impressed at how quickly these young men had learned about the history of the ancient sex manual text and also how eager they were to shed their virgin status and become men, with the gracious help of their mentor's female companion. However, that lesson would have to wait until later in the week, for the students had just enough time to show Kincaid and Michele their most recently completed art projects, and then escort them back to the museum's main entrance and say good-bye.

The sun was still bright as Kincaid and Michele took a long walk back to the apartment where Maurice and Monique were busy completing their tasks in order to insure that Michele's stay would be perfectly orchestrated. As Maurice rechecked the Internet camera connections, he accidentally pressed the wrong button and, without his knowing, brought down the firewall that kept outsiders from accessing or finding out the IP address of the web site that had been setup for Michele's husband to have a bird's eye view of her sexploits during the first week of her stay in Paris. Additionally, after reviewing the classified data streaming out of Barry's computer back to Paris, the DGSE had sent a message to Kincaid that the agency had approved Michele's enrollment into the agency's special training school at an ancient castle on the outskirts of Paris in the suburb of Roissy. Meanwhile, for Barry, the time on his freedom was winding down, as he would soon be made, and refuse, an offer that for him would unleash a Pandora's Box of nightmares.

During their long walk back to the apartment, Michele and Kincaid held each other's hand as they strolled along the Seine, past the ancient bridges, and past the vendors who sold cheap paintings of the Parisian cityscapes. Michele could hardly believe that, even with a two hour nap and several orgasms, she was wide awake and full of sexual energy, as Kincaid seemed to relish the opportunity to show her his city and his hometown. Maybe it was the butt plug, but then again it may have just been the combination of romance and eroticism that Kincaid had awakened in her, which was causing her to act like a lusty and naughty schoolgirl on her first date with an older man whom she knew that her late parents would never have approved. Thanks in part to the Mahala that had been injected to her at the hospital, there had been awakened such a primal need in Michele that she was now indifferent to the possible dangers and complications that such tryst could unleash. Michele's only concern was pleasing Kincaid, and as she gazed at him, when he presented her with a rose from a street vendor, for he sensed that her submission to him would by complete by the end of the week, and that she would do anything to make him happy and please him.

Before they continued their leisurely walk back to the apartment, Michele asked if she could buy some postcards and then take a break at a café and have an authentic French café latte. The request of which Kincaid acquiesced and picked out from a street vendor several postcards that showed Paris as it was in the 1920's when the City of Lights was home to the "Lost Generation" of writers including Ernest Hemingway, Gertrude Stein, and F. Scott Fitzgerald.

Hemingway once wrote, "If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young person, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." Hemingway was Kincaid's favorite American author, and he much admired the man's ruggedness and the powerful images his writings provoked. His favorite Hemingway novel was the erotic classic, "The Garden of Eden," which is set on the Cote d'Azur in the 1920's, and is about an American writer and his glamorous wife, and the dangerous erotic game they play when they fall in love and lust with the same woman. It was the very café that they were going, the Café de Flore, which served as a focal point for Hemingway and the other intellectuals of the "Lost Generation."

Michele, who despite her long flight, early morning arrival, and physical exam, was amazingly awake and not the least bit tired as she wrote a short note on a postcard to Barry, which said, "The weather is here, wish you were beautiful!" As Kincaid watched her write several more postcards, he told Michele that he had already called Barry to let him know that she had arrived safely, and that he would have her call tomorrow, after she had "slept off" her jet lag.

After their café lattes came, Michele and Kincaid talked and watched the endless parade of people walking by. Michele told Kincaid that she was amazed to see just how Americanized the city was, as over on a corner was an advertisement for 'The Gap', while on another corner was a McDonald's. Kincaid then commented, with a laugh, that if she thought it was bad in Paris, "wait until you see Tokyo," as he flashed her a mischievous grin and then kissed her deeply.

For about the next 45 minutes Kincaid told her semi truthfully the story about his first and only marriage. It was a sad story really, though completely false, as he told her the tale of how the slowly fell out of love over the course of their six years together. Kincaid admitted that the breakup and eventual divorce was basically his fault, as he opened up about the brief affairs he had and how his erotic desires, and lack of romantic overtures, were just too much for his Japanese lover, Ukiko, to handle, despite her love of the teachings of the Kama Sutra. Ukiko, he said, was the daughter of the former Japanese Imperial Army general and ambassador to France, and that she was a well known actress in Japan, who had appeared in at least 30 martial art action films.

The truth of the matter was that Kincaid was forced to kill Ukiko, during a session of very dangerous session of underwater sex, after he found out that she was a double agent of the Noh, the ultra secret organization dedicated to once again making Japan a world military power. As a Kincaid's personal operative, Ukiko was his willing partner in a dangerous world of sexual experimentation, espionage, and danger that took place in all corners of the globe, and it was those dangerous sexploits and daring that Kincaid wished to recapture and share with Michele. Kincaid was haunted by the erotic ghosts of his time with Ukiko, who, because of her father bore a scar on her face with the word 'Kabuki' that was forced her whole become a woman of disguise, and as a reult a most effective and deadly assassin. He spent many lonely nights writing in his journal about the orgies in St. Tropez, watching the exotic looking Ukiko seduce the dictators of several African countries, and her dominatrix sessions as she tied up, fucked, interrogated and then killed the rogue spies whom she had been instructed by Kincaid to destroy.

The hardest moment in Kincaid's life was when the director of the DGSE revealed Ukiko's true identity as a double agent for Japan and ordered Kincaid to make his lover disappear. Ukiko's disappearance took place off the Bermuda coast when they were on holiday, for a week of scuba diving and treasure hunting. During his solo dives down to an ancient Spanish Galleon, Kincaid prepared for his wife's death on the deck of the ancient submerged ship. For Ukiko, in Kincaid's mind, her death on board the sunken ship would be a fitting end, as she was now going to know what it felt like to be the fish caught in the fisherman's net. On their final day on the chartered yacht Kincaid suggested to his lover that they make one last dive to treasure hunt.

As they prepared for the dive Kincaid did some last minute checks on Ukiko's oxygen tank. He made sure that she had more than three hours of air in her tank, more than enough to keep her alive as she was bound up in the trap that he had set. He intended her end to be one of complete sexual excitement and terror. In the DGSE Ukiko was known simply by her nickname of "The Zero Woman". Danger and death were an aphrodisiac to both Ukiko and Kincaid, but it was she that seemed to love it the most, while Kincaid got the most excited by watching his lover become entrapped and ensnared in sticky situations and then, at the last minute, barely escaping with her life. For Ukiko, it was the thrill of the chase and escape that drove her libido, and so it was fitting, in Kincaid's mind, that she would die as a trapped fish as she was tortured by him in the deep recesses of the sea.

Ukiko's body was never known to be found after Kincaid had left her struggling valiantly with two eels embedded her ass and vagina. Ukiko had always fantasized about what a snake or eel would feel like, and now there she was, being violated and given nature's own form of electric sexual torture as the man whom she loved abandoned her, as she found herself bound, nearly weightless, hanging from the crows nest of the ancient Spanish ship. Her white T-shirt still clung to her body as she struggled in vain to escape even as her oxygen tank was being caught in the netting causing it to be pulled off her back and tied up over her head as the hose that led from the tank to her mouthpiece was pulled taut. Her limbs were ensnared in the chains of the old ship, and her hands were pulled tight over her head, with the ankle bracelets attached firmly to the same single chain that bound her legs and positioned her limbs so that her ankles nearly touched her ears. Ukiko was splayed open now as fish food for the circling sharks, who were attracted to the scent of her womanly juices that poured from her leaking vagina. However, they did not call her the female Houdini for nothing she thought as Kincaid swam away.

As Kincaid disappeared into the deep and back toward the surface, even though she knew it was his duty to kill her, Ukiko vowed revenge, but first she would have to figure a way to escape her bonds and the sharks that were closing in on her for dinner. However, for Kabuki, salvation and rescue came in the familiar form of Maurice, Kincaid's personal assistant, who had been paid handsomely by the her father, General Kawasaki, to shadow his daughter, after having been notified by a Noh mole within the DGSE of his daughter's termination order. Yet, before Maurice could reach Ukiko in time, the sharks had already marred her beautiful body. Thanks to her father, a team of GENOM, which was a front company for the Noh, scientists and doctors had been dispatched to Bermuda, whereupon, inside the company yacht, they saved the near dead and scare faced assassin, who, because of the permanent scars on her face, would eventually be transformed into the cybernetic samuari known as 'Kabuki.'

For the next several months, back in Chiba City, GENOM's top scientists worked around the clock to transform Kabuki into a dangerous and beautiful bionic lethal weapon. The code name for their project, in which she was the subject, was called Project Kabuki, in tribute to her late mother. During these months Kabuki was placed into a deep artificial coma so that GENOM's top scientists could more easily experiment on her new cybernetic body. By the time her new body was complete, Kabuki had been completely transformed into a lethal and sexy cyborg with all new limbs, which now gave her super hero strength and speed, as well as new breasts, new computerized eyes, and a computer brain implant, which allowed her to access cyberspace directly via her brain.

A year later, in a Chiba City hotel, the cybernetic Kabuki relaxed with Maurice in her bed, after thanking him sexually for saving her life, and swore to him that someday she would get revenge against Kincaid, no matter how long it took. However, for her to gain that revenge she decided it best to stay in Japan with the GENOM Corporation, where a new assignment and position had been provided to her, courtesy of her powerful father, as the company's director of security.

Meanwhile, back in Paris, as Michele and Kincaid walked the final mile to his apartment, through a dark and deserted boulevard, the butt plug once again hummed to life inside of Michele, for he had just pressed the remote control on his key chain, which was directly connected to the timer in the steel anal invader. Upon seeing Kincaid hold out the remote control, Michele gasped in pleasure as she realized just how the steel bullet in her was being controlled, looked around, and then gave a wicked smiled to her French lover, as she reached down and pulled her dress up to just about the midsection of her abdomen. For Kincaid it was an absolute pleasure to watch several garbage men who were busy down the boulevard, gawking at Michele, who was obviously feeling extremely horny and daring thanks in part to the butt plug that buzzed softly in her behind. The two of them then continued to walk down the deserted Boulevard Saint Germaine as several men stopped what they were doing, whistled and called out to Michele in vulgar French. As they walked a short distance, Michele noticed a small and unoccupied alleyway, and hurriedly pulled Kincaid towards an alcove out of site from the street. The erotic sensations that she was feeling were now too much as she pinned her lover to the wall, kissed him deeply, and then told him to, "fuck me NOW!"

Without any need for encouragement, Kincaid pulled up over her breasts the remaining portion of Michele's dress, and pulled her body to his. The two of them were like two caged animals in heat as Kincaid turned Michele around, pulled off her dress and then grabbed her again and bent her over an old rusty Vespa that was next to an open and half empty jug of cheap Bordeaux, which lay in the alleyway. Kincaid then, in a ragged and panting voice, told Michele, as he unclasped and stepped out of his jeans, "I am going to rape you now, and then, when I am ready, I am going to you lay you over this motorcycle and pour that bottle of wine onto you and drink. After that you are going to suck on my cock swallow my cum, and then wash it down with the remainder of the wine!! UNDERSTAND?"

To which Michele gave out a smile, as she replied meekly, "yes Master!"

Michele's submissiveness, which finally was brought to the surface, was the coming together of Kincaid's domineering words, the buzzing in her butt, the alleyway, and the pure decadence of it all. Michele's mind was now reeling as Kincaid pressed his ten inch cock in her dripping pussy. As Kincaid's engorged prick plunged into her, Michele moaned like an alley cat in heat, as his cock and the steel bullet in her butt moved against each other in a slow rhythm, all the while he held her breasts tight and kissed and sucked on the nape of her neck. As the two of them began their animalistic ritual, several college boys from Canada looked down, from their flat above, in disbelief at their good fortune of witnessing what the brochures meant about Paris being the "City of Love."

Michele's cries of passion echoed of the buildings that surrounded the alleyway, as she yelled out, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!" Her moans were so loud that in no time at all she had drawn a crowd from the apartments above. Looking up, Kincaid saw that her moans were drawing a crowd, the sight of which only caused him to fuck Michele even harder as he got up from holding her bent over body and stood upright, as he held her ass high above the bike, as her head rested on the seat. As Kincaid pounded into Michele, from behind him he heard footsteps, which caused him to turn around in fright, as he thought it might be a policeman, but instead to his relief it was just a dirty bum in the hopes of getting a better look.

As the bum came closer, Kincaid held Michele firmly down, so that she could not see him, and told her to close her eyes, which she unquestioningly did. Kincaid then pulled out of her and told her not to move as yelled in French to the bum, to "Pick up the wine you dirty bum, and stand away until I tell you to come close. When I give the signal I want you to pour it all over this little American whore, and if you do I will give you five Euros and let you watch. Oui?" To which the bum nodded "oui," grabbed the wine, and then moved out of Michele's view.
Kincaid then turned his attention back to Michele and pulled her up roughly, and then spun her around so that she was on her back and splayed open, with her head resting on the gas tank. As he spun and placed her down Kincaid warned her in a menacing tone of voice, "You keep your eyes shut woman, or else I will leave you in this alleyway naked if you dare to try and open even one eye!" Michele just nodded her head yes and listened to footsteps as suddenly a splash of wine fell on her sweaty breasts. Before the wine could spill off her she felt Kincaid's strong hands and tongue lap it up, and then he pulled her up and told her to open her eyes.

When Michele opened her eyes she saw first the bum, and then the gazers from the balconies above, she was filled with fright as she realized that this was not what she had in mind when she decided she wanted to fuck Kincaid in a public place, but before she could protest, Kincaid had ordered her to squat down on her now scuffed and dirty high heels, and suck the life juice out of him, while he leaned back on the seat of the Vespa and reveled in the spectacle that he and Michele were making. As she took his cock into her mouth with both hands, Kincaid held Michele's hair tight as she sucked his cock, which was now drenched with her juices, the sweet taste of which caused her to suck hard and deliberate in a desperate attempt to taste and savor, for the first time, Kincaid's salty spunk, which she could quickly feel building up in his balls. As Michele sucked she could hear the men from above cheering her on in French, while the bum came up close behind her and marveled at the steel plug that protruded from her ass. Sensing an intrusion of her space, Michele yelled at the bum to back off, which he did, and then put both of her hands back to work while Kincaid talked dirty to her in an effort to spur her on and make him cum quickly, which he soon did.

As Kincaid bucked and began spewing into Michele's mouth, she nearly choked on it from the force of and the amount that now poured forth. But before she could savor it, Kincaid ordered her to swallow and then to down the half empty bottle of wine for a cum chaser. As Michele slurped up his spunk, she looked up to see that she was now in control of a very potentially dangerous as she milked every last drop. When her mouth was full of his salty seed she swallowed, picked up the wine bottle next to the motorbike, and then slowly stood up after which she wrapped her cum covered lips around the bottle and tilted her head back as Kincaid's cum dripped off of her chin and onto the ground and her breasts, as her lips encircled the bottle, and she slowly sucked the wine down her throat. Despite swallowing, Michele still had so much cum in her mouth that a large amount of the red wine escaped her lips and ran down the valley of her chest and down to her dripping pussy. The mix of her lover's salty sperm and the warm wine was a new kind of heaven that her tongue had never tasted, but it was one that she hoped she would taste again, hopefully sooner rather than later.

Kincaid looked up at Michele and marveled in her beauty as she stood before him, in all her naked and decadent glory with red wine all over her breasts and pussy, as the afternoon sun lit up her fair skin. Michele's body was also smeared with motor oil and grease from the motorbike that Kincaid had fucked her on, and it was, Kincaid knew, at that moment in time, a truly memorable and incredibly erotic site, and one that would forever be burned into his imagination, as he laid on the back of the bike, still mesmerized, as Michele bent over him and kissed him deeply. To Kincaid the taste of her cum and wine coated lips and tongue were heavenly as he held her by the shoulders so that she could straddle him for one last ride on the Vespa.

Kincaid was semi hard as Michele guided his prick towards her dripping slit and inserted him into her velvety opening. The steel bullet in her butt was now starting to cause some discomfort, and as she rode Kincaid to a new hardness, she reached around and slowly began pulling it out of her, as his hands traveled down to her hips to balance and hold her firm on top of him. The plug, which by now had a bit of a vacuum seal going, became difficult for Michele to grip, but when she finally did, she then had to fight with her own rectal muscles in a kind of tug-of-war in dislodging her steel appendage. As Michele ground her pussy on Kincaid's cock, while she looked up and smiled at all of their anonymous onlookers, she slowly began to win the struggle taking place behind and in her. Once her control over the steel torpedo was established, Michele took her time in dislodging the heavy and very shiny butt plug, as she continued to straddle and fuck her lover, who held her steady by her breasts. However, the pleasurable sensations of removing the plug from her dark depths was something she had not counted on as all of the sudden she began to breath rapidly and then moan wildly as she felt the largest section pass through and out of her, as her muscles reversed gears and spit out the plug, which then tumbled to the concrete with a loud "clank."

Kincaid continued to hold Michele steady as she moaned like a wounded animal as the throes of her most intense orgasm, since she had arrived in Paris, struck her pelvis and empty anal cavity like an electric shock of the highest amplification. As she came, the spectators above just howled, clapped, and cheered when they saw the butt plug hit the cement and Michele collapse in a sobbing and sweaty heap onto Kincaid, who just held his lover tight and close, showering her with loving kisses as her sobs and tears of pleasure slowly calmed down and she could regain her composure. The two of them stayed that way for several minutes until finally they dislodged themselves from the back of the Vespa, and picked up their now very dirty clothes that lay in a pile in the middle of the alleyway. Michele helped Kincaid get dressed back into his shoes, pants and T-shirt, and then after he was situated he picked up her dress, which was now torn in several places, and was also soaked with grease and sweat, from the ground.

After he handed the dress to Michele, she slipped it over her grease, wine, and cum stained body, and then pulled it all the way down and over her ass, which it barely covered. Kincaid just smiled as Michele made one last tug and then came up to him and kissed him deep and asked him if he was still horny, too which he just nodded yes, picked up the butt plug off the ground, and then held out his hand. Michele took her lover's strong hand and the two of them continued their leisurely stroll back to the apartment, through a labyrinth of back alleys where, when it was dark, a young woman dressed as provocatively as Michele was would never dare to travel. For nearly 30 more minutes, Michele and Kincaid held each other tight as he guided her through the winding alleyways of old Paris until finally, after what had been a most interesting afternoon walk, they arrived at the apartment's back entrance and headed up to the top floor using the ancient stairwell that creaked and groaned with each step. When they finally arrived at the top of the stairwell Michele wrapped her arms around her new lover and gave him a very long and very deep kiss, before she finally broke free and told him that she really needed to pee, as the wine and coffee she had drank had now run their course.