The girl's long reddish-brown hair was put into a ponytail and held in place by a golden filigree butterfly pin. "W..who are you?" I stammered. "I am ...awan," she said, without looking up. She held out a small white envelope. "I am for you, Sir."For me? I thought to myself. What's that supposed to mean? I took the envelope from the girl's hand and opened it reading the contents: Dear Mr. Kirkman, The girl who handed you this note is named Lawan. She is there for your use in any way you see fit.. Now, can you please explain exactly why you expect me to participate in this obscene circus.”The woman tried to stifle a smile while Phillips had begun to turn red.“I say! You are rather cheeky, young lady. I don’t have to explain anything. If you don’t undress, then you shall be failed in your classes here,” he admonished her.“All right, I’ll rephrase the question. Please give me the courtesy of telling me the authority you have to ask me to get undressed,” Denise pressed him as she resumed. She had the same dark coloring. She was a couple inches taller, lithe and not quite as full figured. Still she was an attractive woman. She was better proportioned with smaller breasts and a tighter butt. Karen was my children's nanny and I did occasionally catch her looking at me and I certainly looked at her. She sometimes was in her nightclothes having coffee as I was preparing for work. Umm, interesting!I didn't try to keep track of Karen during the day. I know from what Mom told me that. I let the tip of my tongue barely brush the taunt peak of your nipple. My warm breath heating it, until finally I lick and circle it with the ball on my tongue. Then I’m sucking it into my mouth savoring the feeling of rolling it on my tongue. I let the suction go to lave and run the ball around it again, breathing my warm breath on it. As I move my head to switch to the other nipple, I let my fingers take over for my mouth. I repeat the licking, sucking and rolling for the other side. I slowly.