A Sweaty time
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 9
by
Bobob1
Iris considered her options while she contorted your body farther than it already was, by the time you were about the size of a wash cloth she made up her mind from seeing your squashed face. "You are quite good at picking up dirt and grim if I am not mistaken, then you shall be my sweat towel. Perform your job admirably and you shall be rewarded. Fail me and your next job may not be as pleasant."
She spoke as though you had some sort of choice or will in the position she was giving you, as it was you could only manage a slight wiggle as she continued to play with your body. You were held slightly away from her as she walked over to the tread mill and started it up. You had hoped that she might have put you down giving you a chance to get away but it was not to be. She began her run and continued to see how far she could get you to stretch, you were forced into a spectacular view of watching her breast jiggle as she pulled on the sides of your body. If you tricked yourself into enjoying the view you almost didn't even feel it. It got about fifteen minutes in before Iris decided to put you to work.
you didn't have any warning, one second she was just holding you in front of her chest and the next you were being shoved under her arm. The salty sweat stung at your senses, the taste of it much more powerful than second hand from her clothing, and then the other one your body slicked away the sweat like a super absorbent rag. Then still running she brought you to the tops of her breasts, and dabbed your face against them before plunging you between them. The boob sweat might have been slightly different but you were already overwhelmed from her pits and now you were jiggling along with them. "How does it feel, Tutor? to be nothing more than a sweat rag for a gorgeous woman such as myself."
You wished that this was a unique situation for yourself, maybe Iris would have more fun that way but as you jiggled you couldn't help but remember that this wasn't the first time you had wound up on or as a rag for some curvy woman to use.
She spoke as though you had some sort of choice or will in the position she was giving you, as it was you could only manage a slight wiggle as she continued to play with your body. You were held slightly away from her as she walked over to the tread mill and started it up. You had hoped that she might have put you down giving you a chance to get away but it was not to be. She began her run and continued to see how far she could get you to stretch, you were forced into a spectacular view of watching her breast jiggle as she pulled on the sides of your body. If you tricked yourself into enjoying the view you almost didn't even feel it. It got about fifteen minutes in before Iris decided to put you to work.
you didn't have any warning, one second she was just holding you in front of her chest and the next you were being shoved under her arm. The salty sweat stung at your senses, the taste of it much more powerful than second hand from her clothing, and then the other one your body slicked away the sweat like a super absorbent rag. Then still running she brought you to the tops of her breasts, and dabbed your face against them before plunging you between them. The boob sweat might have been slightly different but you were already overwhelmed from her pits and now you were jiggling along with them. "How does it feel, Tutor? to be nothing more than a sweat rag for a gorgeous woman such as myself."
You wished that this was a unique situation for yourself, maybe Iris would have more fun that way but as you jiggled you couldn't help but remember that this wasn't the first time you had wound up on or as a rag for some curvy woman to use.
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April 23, 2025
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