The other waitresses glared at me and a few times they told me to go back to work but I would care less about them because I knew if I were to get mar...ied with Mr. Pherson I would never need to work in this hell hole ever again. Besides, I never had any respect for them. They were all Chinese. The Chinese were so shamelessly stupid. They served sushi in the Chinese restaurant and they couldn't do the sushi right.One time Mr. Pherson even gently kissed me on the cheek after lunch and left me a. It was a Bluetooth camera that streamed its display out to the cloud somewhere. I stomped on it until I was confident it would stream no more, then I sat down at Marcel’s desk and inspected his computer. I was hoping that Slick was not very worried about physical security.I nudged the mouse, and the computer screen came to life showing a Windows desktop littered with folders. So much for physical security. I scanned the desktop folders and found one named “Cam Shots.” Could he have made it any. She was refilling the salt and pepper shakers and grinning at me. She was cute, about five foot, four and thin, she had a real nice smile.As nonchalantly as I could, I closed the cover on my notebook and set the pen down before answering.“I guess I was at that. Is it okay if I sit here a bit? I can order dessert and some coffee if that helps.”“Sugar, we ain’t all that busy right now, you sit there and think all you want. If you really want some desert though, we got some real good apple. Each side string was gently pulled on revealing a shaved swollen clit. A male knelt down and started flicking it with his long snake like tongue. This gave Fran a butterfly sensation in her stomach. The tongue worked little circles around and the clit and then darted in and out of her pussy.Fran felt like she was going to explode with the most incredible orgasm ever. The male on the phone could tell. He told them to stop and let her get worked up. After awhile they went back to work.