She started to believe this man. After all, would he feel so strongly if his convictions were unfounded?"Prove it to us then. Prove to us you're sorry...for oppressing brown and black people."Naive little Chrissy was always eager to please and not very good at asserting herself."Get on your knees and apologize to all the brown and black people. Renounce yourWhite Privilege. Know what it's like to be oppressed!Poor little Chrissy dropped to her knees, weeping, and apologized to the crowd. Her sister though, was the devil reincarnated. She was the image of a supermodel; slim, nice B cup tits, and loved to flirt. This the story of our first time.I walked in the door after a long hard day's work to find a note on the fridge saying that Amy had to go to Sydney for work and wouldn't be home until next week, but her sister Bec would be staying at the house for a couple of days."Great," I thought. "Stuck with her, will be torture."I called out but no one answered, so taking advantage. The woman took pause, closing her eyes and reaching out with the Force, while simultaneously reaching for her lightsaber with her right hand. While her hand found the familiar hilt hanging from her belt all too easily, she found nothing of what she sought through the Force – no indication of a Force-adept, whether Jedi, outcast, or Sith. In fact, she sensed little at all – as if the enclave itself were surrounded by some element of the Force, shielding it from her mind’s eye. She reached over. I opened a window and waited for the gas to dissipate again, then I lifted her body and put her on the bed. I tied her down and poured some chloroform onto a cloth, with the gas gone from her room she would wake up any time now and we couldn’t let that happen could we? I waved the chloroform in front of her face ensuring myself she was totally knocked out and then I unbuttoned the jacket of her pajama. She was a skinny young girl, her collarbones quite accentuated and the arch of her ribcage.