I unclasped her bra and bent over her, running my fingers over her naked tits. I closed my wet lips around her nipple, feeling how hard it was. She ga...ped as I ran my tongue over her breast, licking her nipple firmly as I felt it hardening more. I pulled back, looking into her eyes as I slid my hands down to her thighs.I lifted her skirt slowly, slipping my fingers up to her ass. I stroked her smooth buttocks hungrily, tugging the elastic legs of her panties out of the way. I squeezed and. "Bad things, man! The waffles make bad things happen! You'll see when thehashbrowns lead the way." We all split up and went home. But I went to Eric's to see if he knew anything."My, you're simply stunning." He said as I walked in."You're funny." I said. He began to tell me about his first day working atthe Waffle House. "Really, though, they're nuts!" He told me. "On my shift, they kept me in the front and told me to stay out of the back. The head waitress carried around a black book in her. ..this BITCH IN THE EXTREME who loved cruelty and torment above all else--she had the same relationship with the unfortunate slave. For he was a meat slave, which is to say that he was not just human property...a no limits toy or tool to be used as his owners saw fit: he was a rump roast...a suckling pig all in the same. And that made him no more than an animal...than legal game in fact...and that is all this actress who was a skilled hunter was using him as. He was just as likely to be. From morning till night we scraped, shoveled, and pushed wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow of snow to the brook. The work detail consisted of more than 1,000 clergymen, forced to keep moving by SS men and Capos who kicked us and beat us with truncheons.We had to make rounds with the wheelbarrows from the assembly square to the brook and back. Not a moment of rest was allowed, and much of the time we were forced to run.At one point I tripped over my barrow and fell, and it took me a while to get up.