“My son married into a group marriage. I thought it was wrong on so many levels. One of the men who would become a husband to my son sent me to a ch...rch. He said that my God wanted to talk with me,” the Reverend said.“Group marriage?”“Your son’s husband?”“Yes. My son’s husband was John Carter.”“Oh. That’s a group I don’t even pretend to understand,” Imam Abdel-Malik said with a shake of his head. He still didn’t understand why a Druid, with the blessings of his Gods and Goddesses, would act to. Who's out front today?" "Stormi and Beth are waiting, and John is busing." Okay, switch me back to the kitchen." Bye, Renee."A few clicks and I knew the kitchen phone had been picked up. The noise in the background was filled with sounds of pots and pans, the radio, and some shouting."Bobby, here." Hey, Bobby. What's the feature?" Oh, hi Miss Franklin. Blue Cheese Burger and onion rings." Bobby, Uncle Charlie's gonna send over twenty pounds of lump crab meat tomorrow. Keep is cold, but not. They finished the inspection after about an hour and rode back to the ranch house.After supper, Arturo brought up the subject that had caused him some concern while they were out on the inspection tour. "Patrón, a thought has occurred ta me. I don't think that just two bodyguards are enough. I would be a lot more comfortable if ya took four men an' spaced them equally around ya. I fear that it would be too easy fer an assassin to get in through the open spaces in yer screen."Jason started to. Someone, I later learned it was Higgins the butler, had fastened her wrists tightly downwards to the front legs and her ankles to the rear. The bar parted her breasts and the crack between her legs. Victoria had been lying on it for some time when we arrived and was finding it most uncomfortable.Squire invited me to inspect the girl, which I did. She had nice full tits that bore faint marks from a previous encounter with a birch rod, as did her arse. "Birch or cane," Squire asked. I opted for.