We weregetting the girls ready for an outing with my mother and Ms.Featherstone.Prior to us being married, Alain had insisted that my mother, Diana,mo...e in with us. As she was then, finally divorced from my father, shewas thrilled to take us up on our offer. But before to that, of course,she needed to meet me, as Alexandra, the daughter she had yet to see.That was a big day for both her and I. I was excited, with my hair stillin curlers, as Angela dressed me in a virginal, white crepe dress. Timmy J the guard came in as Rommy was turning to leave. Rommy gave him a big wink. Tommy told me to wait and he would escort me out as soon as he had the guys back in the block. Tommy wasn't gone 5 minutes. He led me towards the outer gates but turned down a corridor I didn't know. I followed. Timmy J was a young guy in his 20's a baby face, stuttered and still lived with mom. we walked into a locker room. At the back was a curtained off shower. Timmy said we had about 30 minutes till. Very excited at what might happen to me later. I decide to put on the blouse next, creamy white silk, thin and slippery as it slides over my arms. I pull the front together and button it, wondering if you had ignored the measurements I'd given you, as it pulls very tight across my breasts. Now the skirt. Black, shiny PVC. A micro-mini, zipping up the side, I pull it up over my nylon clad legs to discover it hardly covers my stocking tops. The smallest lean forward will expose my suspender clips. The old banquet room itself was extremely ornate, with large crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings. The whole effect was quite spectacular and rather breathtaking. We soon found Ron and Jill and made our way over to their table and took our seats. We had a good view of the band and the dance floor from where we were sitting, but it was the view at the table that caught my attention. Jill was dressed in a satin black dress that highlighted her dark brown hair and big dark eyes. The.