She descended, and went through the passage. She was very plainly dressed, as would be the case with a woman of taste walking in the morning. At the R...ue Guenegaud she called a cab, and directed the driver to go to the Rue de Harlay. As soon as she was seated in the vehicle, she drew from her pocket a very thick black veil, which she tied on to her straw bonnet. She then replaced the bonnet, and saw with pleasure, in a little pocket-mirror, that her white complexion and brilliant eyes were alone. “What should we play?” asked Lisa holding the bow and gently letting its hair touch the strings.“How about the Handel - Halvorsen Passacaglia?” said Jonathan standing behind her and firmly taking her right hand with the bow in his. “Like Lana and Hauser play it, only better.”“You are not Hauser…” she said playfully. She liked the idea.“That is true, I am not as cute as he is and I do not play cello, but you are way more beautiful than Lana so in sum, we should come up as winners,” he said. Her warm breath combined with her wet tongue caused it to be erect and at the same time creating goose bumps all over my body. She obviously realised this as my hands were behind her head trying to take control. She took some more time and then moved to the other nipple. I moved my left hand over her back trying to get a feel of her body, tracing the outline of her 38D bra, as she leaned and crossed over my chest to reach the other nipple.She spent what might have been about 10 minutes teasing. It was late. She told me something else then. That she likes to sleep in the nude. I told her my door will be close for her privacy. She added that she didn't want me to be uncomfortable if I accidentally see her nude. I assured her that I wouldn't be. That I would be careful. She insisted on making me comfortable, and there was only one way: by showing me her nude body. And that would ease the tension between us. And she really didn't mind about other men watching her naked, as she told me,.