I woke because something was hurting. I thought it was a dream.My hand ventured down to where the pain was coming from. My bottom felt like corrugated...cardboard, The bed was covered in dried blood. I was in a mess but still alive.I had no idea of time, all I knew was I was hurting. I hardly moved from the bed, hoping I could drift into some sort of sleep. I was still naked but the temperature in the room was high. It was a long day.I was awakened from one of my infrequent bouts of sleep by the. "It is too early for them to be watching us for the rules and all but you have to be careful and not touch me with your hands because that is not allowed. Don't worry because I can take care of everything and made sure you get me all over and I always get my customers off to a nice happy ending."Tammy's ass was more petite than most of the girls into pole dancing but she was so agile that my dick was soon so excited that my pre-cum was making my trousers wet like I was a naughty boy or had some. It made everything better, even though she didn't really understand the whole story...She doesn't know that my bully is...actually a futanari. Revealing that detail, that I've been pushed around by some big-tittied, hung bully would honestly be harder to accept than the hell I go through on a daily basis. I've been made to kiss and lick her shoes, armpits and feet; she absolutely gets off to humiliating and defeating me. The worst part is that the only meals I have for lunch are absolutely. All families in our area are well attached, sharing happiness.We decided a pilgrimage and picnic tour to a place almost 70kms away. It was a great trip with all possible enjoyment for a family tour. The return trip started by 10pm and everyone was dead tired. I took the last seat and Pushpa aunty sat next to me.I slept within minutes suddenly woke up to know that I was resting my head on her shoulders. I sat straight but that woke up Pushpa aunty. She looked at me with a mischievous smile and I.