You were expected to know what to do, and to go and do it, without fail.I did find the experience interesting, but far more frustrating than I liked. ...Brent's praise of my abilities to his friend had gotten me in the door, and someone was obviously impressed with my ability. They just did not know where to put me. The head chefs wanted school trained chefs and I was self-taught. They wanted someone used to working with a brigade of chefs, and I had always worked with only one or two other chefs.. "Hi. I'm here. Tell me what you want me to do."He told me to get naked and that was enough to get my dick totally hard again. "I can see that you're enjoying this. Not much of a punishment after all." Which made me smile and reply "yeah I guess not."I was ready. So fucking ready. How huge is his dick, I wanted to know. To see for myself. But not yet."First thing we do is wash you on the inside. Ever have an enema before?"I didn't even think about that but it made sense to me. We both wanted. "Ahh", she lets out a sigh, "that's better". By now I'm starting to get a pretty obvious erection, but thankfully she's facing away from me. So I carry on. And I start getting a little silly, my hands moving further and further down her sides, and lightly touching some side boob. She fidgets, giggling. I leant down and jokingly asked, "why don't you turn over and I'll do the front?" Thinking she'll never go for it. But she does. And as she swivels underneath me, her hip rubbing against my. ’Job! Food for job!’ A large worker with a scraggly beard took a plastic-wrapped candy bar from his pocket and skittered it at John’s feet. John looked down at the brightly colored bar, all purples and yellows, picked it up and unwrapped it. It was a biscuit in the shape of a dog bone. The workers fell into hysterics. Nervously, John sniffed it. It had meaty scent that made John’s mouth water. Without shame, he bit into it, finally snapping it with his teeth after some effort. The biscuit was.