I was just walking through the kitchen door when I heard Jaz."You're walkin' funny again, Mom. Did you fall onto the bar on your bike like I did?" No,...Jaz. It's just an adult thing. I'll be walking fine in a few days."Les chimed in "We'll all be walking better in a few days, Jaz."I checked out the kitchen. Jaz was sat at the table with his bowl of Trix. I don't care what Mom makes for breakfast, he has to have his Trix.Les and Sam were on either side of him on the bench drinking coffee with. Then they went over to the generator and were looking it over very thoroughly.I went out to greet them and asked how I could help them. A man who appeared to be the spokesman for the group said in a very authoritative voice, "We are from the Onan manufacturing home office. We have come to see Steve Sharp."Curious, I asked, "Did Mr. Sharp know you were coming, did you have an appointment."The man looked at me very disdainfully and said, "Just go get him, sonny, he'll see us, don't you worry. I was standing like I was frozen, half embarrassed half proud waiting for her response. Helena turned the cover looking at the backside. She was blushing as she said “oh my god”. She then looked me in the eyes, obviously excited and said “Nicole, you are incredible!” How was it, she asked as her eyes wandered down studying my outfit. While making us a cup of coffee, I told her how I loved every bit of the fucking and the attention, as I found i was quite an exhibitionist. Serving the coffee. The disgusting stink invited nausea and vomiting action but still I had to stay with the sack on which seemed like an eternity. It continued for days, first a savage beating then some mindless fucking by more than one, sometimes three or four and then having degraded that way. They soon started using the whips and by then my body was full of deep dark patches made by the blows. I was stinking like hell and the mindless fucks took its toll as well. I was fucked three at a time even stretching.