I don’t need a holy book to tell me those things.”“You sound like a libertarian, Steve,” Mark said.“I suppose I am. I also don’t take my c...ues from society on how to live my life, nor do I think I should tell anyone else how to live theirs.”“A recipe for chaos!” Staci objected.“You and my Russian friend Tatyana are in complete agreement. Besides being a ‘decadent capitalist’ she says that I’m an advocate for chaos. And yet, she still finds me «культурный»,” I grinned.Mark laughed, “It sounds. With the cuffs tightly bound to their wrists neither of them had any hope of touching the Force.As the cell door slid open, Captain Phasma intoned, "Take them to my torture chambers, on detention level AA69." Tears ran down the girls faces as they knew by now that resistance was futile.The squad of stormtroopers surrounded Jena and Lisi and marched them down a long hallway with Captain Phasma bringing up the rear. At the end of the hallway stood a turbo lift with a glowing force field. When she was married, her husband always had a full-sized pick up with large tires and wherever they went, it was in his truck. She only drove her car when he wasn’t going anywhere with her.“I remember that huge Jeep your dad had. It was so high up I was always afraid if I fell out, I’d fall on my face long before my feet hit.” She said. We laughed at that. His was a 1977 Cherokee Chief with the big tires and it was a doozie of a step. Any woman in a dress or skirt would have to hike it up. ‘Ahhhhhhhhhh’ she started moaning and involuntarily she caught one of my hands and placed it on her breasts. I noticed a trickle of liquid dribble down from her cunt. I brought my other hand up and pushed both sides of her swollen labial lips away with my thumbs. I marveled at the concentric folds of dark glistening skin. ‘Oh, that’s wonderful. I can feel your breath. Go ahead, fuck me…finger fuck me’ she said, as if reading her mind I stuck a finger into the hot wetness. It was soft, yielding,.