And have you got any idea how awful always having to do “the right thing” can be?They watch me all the time. Whatever I do and wherever I go they ...atch me. If I start to do something wrong, they look at me. They don’t shout or anything, but they give me this death look, that wicked scowl I mentioned. If I keep doing the wrong thing they stop me.They have a pretty simple threat.If I don’t toe the line, I go back into that bed with a tube up my nose and a tube into my arm and a tube up my. The employees wear white uniforms, identical to that of milkmen in the 1920’s, from the paper hats, down to the black, shiny Doc Martens. I am about to order the number three, the hamburger, french fries, and medium drink. I look at the menu, and then look straight ahead. He is right in front of me. I try to look at him as a stranger, as a mere food service worker whose sole purpose is to take my order and swipe my debit card. But I look into those eyes and realize I cannot do so. Those were. On the other bed Jay was moving up Janice’s body with his tongue. He reached her mouth and she took his cock in her hand and directed it to her pussy. I couldn’t watch any more because Valerie’s crotch was suddenly in my face. More practice at pussy licking seemed like a good use of my time. Valerie moaned and writhed and shuddered. My mouth was wet with her juices so I sucked them in. My tongue went in and found her clit. She had a second orgasm. I couldn’t believe that in my first week of. Even the thought of watching her tits bobbing up and down as she ran wasn't enough to persuade him to spend time on the cardio machines and standing there ogling her would only get him a slap if he was caught. Especially with the growing bulge in his shorts.The door to the changing room stood open and he hurried through before she could see him, dragging off his sweaty clothes and throwing them on the bench in disgust. He needed to get out more if the sight of a pair of bouncing boobies was.