She had boxes scattered all around our room, it was a bit of a mess. Iwas spun around and she unfastened my dress and tugged down the zipper.Soon I wa... standing in my, uhm her pantyhose. She told me to take themoff too and soon handed me a black pair. "These will look better withyour dress," I was informed.She tugged a long black dress out of a box. It had shiny long blue andred patterns flowing down its length. "It is an Oriental dress. I wore itin a play," she told me. I looked at the dress,. They wanted me addicted. I felt good addicted. It made me forget whatwas happening.When I got back to the apartment that evening, there was a vial waitingfor me. It was not so subtly placed on top of a DVD of "What Not toWear." That night I studied hard.The next day I put on make up the way I had studied. I darkened myeyes with eyeliner and accentuated my big blues. I put on foundationand powder and rouge and lip gloss. I patiently styled my hair so thatit framed my face just so. I. Finally Sol issued us with black court shoes with a three inchheel. "I know you legs would be shown off to better advantage with ahigher heel" he said, "but remember you are going to be on your feetserving for several hours at a time and I don't want to cripple you!" Goodthinking on his part.Sol had all us new waitresses - including the two regular waiters - in towork a shift the weekend before the Festival so that we could learn theropes. By the end of my shift I was really glad he had not. Good night, honey, and thank you for all your help today." She kissed me quickly again and was gone.I had more trouble going to sleep on this night, despite another round of making love to my hand while pretending that it was Mom's coveted pussy. I was thrilled by the hug and the kiss, and I felt that I had made some progress, but where could this fierce desire of mine lead? Mom was a very proper person, a real lady, in the best sense of that word. Surely she was not going to go to bed with her.