I cracked open the door, peering into the darkness, it was 3 of my husbands best friends, the same ones he was supposed to be hanging with at that ver... moment. Instantly worried something had happened I pulled open the door wide."Magdy, guys what happened, please tell me Yehia didn't get arrested again?" My husband had already had two arrests that year; one was for a DUI the other for a drunk in public.Magdy stepped forward, grabbing me by the bicep. "No Mohga, nothing like that, we just. He leaned down, helping me to my feet, and told me to lick my lips, there was shit dripping off them. It was gross, but I kind of went with it. When I did, my tongue was recoated with his goop. As I did so, he leaned in, kissing me hard, forcing his tongue down my throat, mixing his dickspew with his hot spit as he tonguefucked me with his mouth. When he'd finshed he let me go, telling me to get dressed for town, as if nothing had happened. That night, I went out with him like we always. Since we were alone, I cupped the considerable bulge in the front of his pants. His eyes closed and a smirk plastered his lips.Ven leant down and began to suck my earlobe as he lazily stroked my breast through the outside of my dress. My knees nearly buckled. I pulled my hand away from his pants and gripped his forearms. To my relief, the shrill ding announced our arrival on the top floor.We quickly broke apart. I turned away from Ven and faced the door, prepared to be the first one to step. She was a na?ve little girl then, and she couldn't help but wonder if she was just as na?ve now. She hadn't trusted anyone since her teacher in primary school and she still had a few scars to remind her how well that fared. She wouldn't even consider going to the local pub with her co-workers the few times they'd offered and she'd known them for almost two years. Yet today she meets a pair of Canadian tourists in Trafalgar Square, and she's contemplating have dinner with them in their hotel.