I knew it would do no good to scan her; the majority of her thoughts were in her native language. So, I waited.Finally, she said, “We are an old peo...le, Michael. And the sword’s history goes back to the beginning of our time and the very first of our people who lived on Tapato. Part of my responsibility as queen, is to pass those stories of our beginning on to the heir. I began telling them to Mikeya and Ileana when they were young. As did my mother to me. The stories have been passed from. Now, those two Mormon sisters were all aglow with the spirit of the Lord just thinking about the honor of establishing a new branch of the Salt Lake City church in California. The rest of us were conflicted because we were just using our Mormon connection to ease our way in a harsh environment.The more I thought about the offer, the more attractive I found the details. I knew that each of my three wives would make a better preacher than I but I felt that I would be able to stumble my way. Now she was naked and had her panties in her mouth. And he wanted her to..."Do you understand?"Nicole grabbed her right nipple with finger and thumb and shook her breast three times. She grimaced from the pain."Good. Are you a slut?"The same nipple again. She tried to shake it less hard but it still hurt."Are you enjoying yourself?"What did he want her to answer? Was this a trick?She grabbed her left nipple and shook her breast. This was even more painful because the left nipple was more. You need to ask her those questions. Now let's sit down and calmly look this stuff over and discuss what we think about everything," I suggested.Twenty minutes latter, Paula came through the front door and sighed. It looked like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. Then she noticed the three of us sitting on the couch with the pictures spread over the coffee table."Oh no!" was all she could manage as realization of what we were looking at washed over her. Tears began streaking her.