She gripped her blouse and tried to close it again. She had wanted to seduce the man, but on her own terms. Not to be the recipient of this wildly dom...nant maleness – although the beginning moistness in her panties tried to tell her otherwise. She moved sideways and tried to put more space between them. ‘No, don’t hide,’ he said, and stalked her. She collided with something hard, the desk she thought, and turned around to watch her step. Then he pounced on her again. His arms snuggled around. She nearly rear ended the car in front of her as she saw the message pop up on the screen. Within a couple of minutes, another message arrived. “Don’t hide, sweetheart. You don’t want to test me.” The panic that she felt was increasing as she drove home.After she pulled into her driveway, she sat in her car, staring at her phone. She closed her eyes, deleting the messages before shoving it into her purse.She looked over her shoulder as she locked her car, before starting up the sidewalk to her. He decided on a T-shirt; he could put on something else if it was uncomfortably cool.As soon as Catalina was done in the shower he pulled on a rain jacket and went outside to tear down. Fortunately, it wasn't a huge job, because he didn't haul a lot with him -- just unhooking the 110 volt and water, retracting the stabilizer jacks, rolling up the awning and stuffing the lawn chairs in a storage compartment. It was humid enough that he was pretty well soaked when he got back into the RV, and. The man began pulling up my saree and petticoat. I caught his hand and resisted. But he caught my hands with his left hand and with his right hand, kept pulling my saree and petticoat right up – all the way. Now my full thighs and legs were exposed to him. From the corner of my eye, I saw Vishal watching. The man’s right hand now crept in between my thighs and started inching up to my panty. I struggled to stop him. But he was forceful and kept moving his palm upwards, until his fungers touched.