Anyway Elke asked, "How would you like me to pose for you, maybe drapped over the table with a sexy look on my face, you know what I mean, sluty wanto...n whore type of thing". Words to make any man's cock grow hard,,,well that's the affect they had on me, my shorts were getting a bit thight. Elke was wearing a light flowing summer dress hair tied back in a ponytail. Her large breasts were straining trying to escape from it as usual. Elke liked her breasts and liked to show then at their best.. Until she started explaining the protocol involved I had no idea of how complicated it all was. You had to be on the right side of the person you were serving; there was a right and wrong way to hold the tray; a right and a wrong order in which to do things.Brian said something to the effect that he thought Miss Carson was making it all up, a foolish move that ended up with him being grabbed by the ear, dragged to the front of the class and asked to read out the appropriate passage from a dusty. Anyway, I knew that I'd be able to get an eyefull of my step mom. She was extremely petite, loosely curly blond hair, nice hourglass figure. She had 2 daughters prior to this marriage so, I didn't really care till later on. I remember I wasn't to fond of my step mom, till this experience. I was 16, in high school, an average student, loved and extremely into art. I have a long background of artists, and took advantage of my talent. I never got bad grades in that aspect. My report card was never. She'd fit my profile for The Woman of my Dreams very well, but she worked for me. I was drawn to her but never did or said anything because I didn't want her to get pissed off and go away. We soon found we both lived in the same apartment complex, Lake Terrace in Mountain View, so we wound up carpooling and became very close friends. No sex though. It was a Friday night, about 7:30, and we'd been home for at least an hour when she called me. She'd sounded funny so I asked if she wanted me to.