It was a couple of feet long and the end was splintered. I realized it had been buried in my butt. I groaned, and he laughed. “Bitch, you have a lot of work to do. I suggest you get up and get started.” He said, and I looked at him. I pushed my body off the table and fell to the floor. I hit the concrete floor and I screamed as the pain shot through my body. The floor was cold and woke me up a bit more. I then realized I was naked except for a stretched, crumpled stocking around my left ankle. I reached up and grabbed the edge of the pool table and pulled myself up. My legs screamed as I stood up. My whole body was sore and aching. I could feel tears running down my cheeks. “That a girl. Now, start with the bathrooms, wipe down everything and then fat I will show you how to hose off the floor. Here is a rag and a bucket.” He said and held out a plastic bucket. I limped over slowly and took the bucket. “I don’t understand.” I said between sobs and he chuckled. “Well, it seems that Mr. Tony wants you to clean the entire bar this morning. Something about cleaning up your mess and from the looks of you I am not surprised this place looks like this.” He said with a big smile. “But, I bbw can’t do that. I can barely walk.” I said. “Darling, you better figure it out because he didn’t sound like he was in a good mood. I am thinking whatever you did to get yourself in this predicament will seem light if you don’t do what he said.” He said and actually looked a little sad. I thought japanese about what he said and then turned to walk slowly to the bathrooms. I walked into the girl’s bathroom and stopped when I saw myself in the large mirror. I was a mess. My right eye was bruised and swollen shut with the bruise running down into my cheek. My neck was also bruised and discolored. My hair looked like straw and it felt stiff and crunchy. I looked at my body and there was black writing all over me. I saw the words “whore” and “cunt” written on my breasts. There was something written on my right cheek and I walked closer to the mirror. The words “cum dump” were there with an arrow cumshot pointing to my mouth. I touched my sore cheek and the writing did not wipe off. I sobbed again. "Well . . . Then our wrists and ankles were tied to the table legs. Deepak pushed her shorts down and removing them from her body he put them on his shoulders. She let a moan through his hand, her pants now forgotten. My eyes widened. In a small clearing in a small woods. Even as the panic fluttered in the pit of my stomach, I could still appreciate my aunt’s body as she said, “Shit, is that the bloody time? He chuckled. “That’s not my girlfriend. Reaching behind herself, she used both hands to pull apart her buttcheeks so that I had a clear view of her spunk filled shitter. There hadn’t been enough room in her uterus to hold it cumshot all, and fat bbw much japanese had squelched from her stretched hole. I will do whatever you say, but I still don't understand why you would want me to have sex with Mom.”