"My mom taught me baking, and after she died I became chief cook and bottle washer for my father and three younger brothers." She chuckled. "Those boy... could put down the food, I'm here to tell ya, especially homemade bread and rolls. I baked every other day back then."Good, she can cook and from the looks of the kitchen, she can clean, Mom thought.Nicole grinned knowingly, to the extent that she looked a little smug. I wanted to kiss her."When Pop remarried, I turned those chores over to his. . the snows covered it over completely. The Vega and jeep were sheltered in the garage and wouldn’t start until I started a fire the cast iron furnace ... not that it mattered, the snowplows didn’t plow Wolf Creek for ten days. Sheets hung on the line froze instantly. It was so cold that the thermometer froze.And I, like an idiot, forced my way to the Avocado garage day after day and spent hours trying to start the diesel engines in the Patton and the recovery crawler ... I didn’t know that. Carl was bent over your chest and biting and sucking your tender swollen nipples, while his cock rested in your shackled hand so you could wank him as he tortured your nipples.This was sending me wild watching them all use you. Sue crawled towards me on hands and knees and dropped her mouth on to my dripping cock and began to suck it as I watched them use you, Mary removed her tongue from you as you moaned to your first of many climaxes. She removed Steve’s cock from her now soaking pussy and. Clothes. Clothes? On the dresser sat only three items: her four inch heels, metal police-grade handcuffs, and her black collar, “Omega” emblazoned across the front in matted silver.Jack appeared in the doorframe, holding the clothes she had arrived in and a pair of scissors.“Are you Elena, or are you Omega?”Her breath quickened. Despite all he had said before, she had one final opportunity to revive Elena. She could forget this ever happened. She could be a girl who had a crazy night. She could.