All our planes are sitting ducks in an attack."We finally decided to keep, more or less, to the previously planned route. We spent the night in Tabriz...and left in the morning. It was an unhappy flight for all of us. Baghdad was gone as were Jerusalem, Cairo, and Tel Aviv. Syria and Jordan had received a few hits. We will probably never know what happened or who started it this time. It looked like the Arabs got it worse than Israelis. A lot of innocent people died. The lands were functionally. Her top left no room for a bra, but considering how tightly her boobs squeezed into it, the undergarmet wasn't necessary. She had insisted on wearing panties beneath the skirt, so I chose the skimpiest light green thong, from her drawer. I then modified them, slightly as well. I made very small micro-cuts, to the area in the back; where the three bands met. These were intended to guide any tearing that I might inflict upon the small piece of underwear. I didn't mention the cuts and Delilah. ” The hippo goddess reacted as she let go of Ammit and held her hand open. A little bit of smoke-filled her hand as it materialized into a small blade not much bigger than her hand.“Wait...” Sekhmet responded as she saw what she was holding. “That’s it?!”“Yeah, I told you I had a weapon, but I am no fighter.”The lioness goddess face palmed herself and got angry with her. “You had all the weapons you could have chosen from the armory. We have the greatest legendary weapons and armor that anyone. She stood still, in shock. Her whimpers muffled. Tears making her eyeliner run. Her thoughts of what was coming next scared her but on the other hand they didn't, she was so desperate to be touched and fucked, hard. Her pussy tensed. She felt dirty, knowing this person had heard her touching herself, but she was also turned on. He pushed her down, bending her over at her hips on the bench. He pulled her dress up, and ripped her panties off of her body, making her gasp as the cold air outside.