I shuddered and then flung my bra off, tossing it onto his desk.It landed before him in a flutter. My breasts heaved. They swayed back and forth befor... their perkiness arrested them into two perfect mounds, both topped by my hard nipples. His smile grew. I shuddered, my hips undulating.I turned, dancing to a song only I heard. I had my professor's undivided attention. I thrust my ass out at him, my skirt flaring up. Did I just flash my naked rump at him? Did he catch a glimpse of my shaved. I opened the door. It was the maid.I am still not sure of her age but I would guess she was in her late 30’s or early 40’s. I don’t even know her name. Everyone calls her “maavshi” which means aunt in Marathi. I have noticed that in India maids are not treated with much respect, they are invisible to people. Same is the case in our house. She just comes, does her work and leaves. Nobody talks to her or even smiles at her. But when she entered, I looked directly in her eyes and gave her a warm. Until tomorrow then."I saw Muriel drive into the lot as I got to the door. We had identical Ford Focuses ... Foci? From the rental agency, but mine was blue while hers was red. I waited for her in the lobby.Five minutes later Muriel swept in like a conquering queen. Her body was no larger than mine, how the fuck did she pack so much attitude in there? On my own I was confident enough, but around her I felt like a shrinking violet. I know that Alex wants us to work together, but I'm just as glad. "In for a penny . . " I mutter as I pick up the slippery black silk thong. I slide it up my legs, the material feeling soft and slightly cold against my skin. It pulls snugly up between my legs, cupping my neatly trimmed mound and nestling between my buttocks as I pull it high and tight. Next the bra, nothing subtle about this, a fully underwired quarter cup platform bra, in black satin. I slip it around me and fasten the four hooks and eyes, pulling it around and up under my breasts. Cupping.