"No, not a child, a woman. A woman that I fear more than anything out there." He pulled his shirts over his head, not bothering with the buttons, his ...yes not leaving me. "So I will show you what I am and, if you are smart and have any self-preservation instinct, you will leave me."He stepped out into the sun just as the clouds moved aside and I gasped.He glowed like a miniature sun, light pouring out of his pores to form a nimbus around him, reminding me of either black light paint or random. I found that a lot more was grown in Iran, Iraq and Egypt. Many plants grew very well here but I assumed they had been brought here a long time ago by travellers.I found a small selection of carpets. The ones I saw were small and I remembered how expensive the large and high quality ones were. I even had one in my home. Silk was more readily available but not much cheaper.While looking over one of the stalls I heard and vaguely felt the scrape of a blade on my thin armour. The push was not much. The second half was more interesting: what to do when you were attacked. Things like, running away, blowing your rape whistle calling help. But also some defensive ‘fight’ moves. If your attacker holds you, but your hands are free: claw at his face, hit both his ears with your palms to snap his eardrums and go for the eyes. I was quite surprised at the brutality of these moves. They were clearly only aimed at inflicting maximum pain. It became worse though. If you have your legs free and are. I was still a man inside. I hated histongue inside me. I tried to get away but he forced me. He was too strongto resist. I tried holding my saree but he ripped it apart. I was just inblouse and petticoat now. He unhooked the blouse and started pressing myboobs. I was devastated, I could not believe my luck. How stupid was I toget into this trap. I hated when he pressed my boobs and kissed me. Hethen removed my petticoat and started licking my pussy. I felt a littlepleasure but I missed my dick..