The others seemed to ignore them completely. Hannish understood, they were still trying to deny their circumstances."So, are our little friends ready?... Lauren turned towards Husna Hannish"They make some progress, Ma'am," he responded, with as much respect as he could pretend, "but they still have to accept their fate. These Russians do not make good wives. Doenyes, perhaps even concubines but not wives." Absurd," responded Lauren. "They are all good looking girls, they will become well. Some of the guys were a little too nice, and she didn’t want nice. She wanted to be told what to do and how to do it. And the guys who were best at that were the guys She met at church—the ones who needed a dirty slut because they were sick of their goodhearted wives. After she was taken that afternoon, something about the way she looked must have changed because suddenly the men at church could not stop oogling her.Last week she was straightening the choir section after the service when a man. Take for example going to the pool in a bikini with heels. Not big heels but ones that coordinate with your suit. The bikini itself does not have to be skimpy and revealing. It has to fit perfectly and compliment your body. When you walk with confidence with a little swagger, you are an exotic goddess. I guaranteed their dicks will get hard without you taking off a single piece of clothing." Barb, showing her small town innocence asked "If that's true, why did the women do the things they do. I had seen them disrobed in the Tusken Uprising history books at school. They're were akin to the males, all tight muscled bodies, flat breasts, scaly and hard, with mean, alien, fang filled faces snarling with rage. Well, if a Tusken female's body matched her face, then didn't that apply here in the reverse? It didn't take much imagination on my part what that meant for Jawa girls. I took in the lithe sexiness on display in front of me, and my arousal increased. Not that these girls would.