No doubt, fearing he’d lose his job, not even her husband came to her rescue. ‘John! John! Help me! John! Where are you?’ Surrounded by a swarm ...f men at the executive corporate party, as if she was Lara Logan being touched, groped, felt, fondled, stripped naked, sexually abused, and raped in Cairo, Egypt by dozens of angry Egyptian men who hate America and Americans, the only difference was that she wasn’t beaten. ‘I can’t believe they all did that to me,’ she said still seething. With her jaw. C'mon, I'll look after you."She led me into a small bedroom, with two single beds and practically nothing else. Jevon was at one side, Antony the other, and they were pushing the beds together.I felt Tori slide my blouse from my shoulders and when I turned my head to look at her, her lips met mine in an over the shoulder kiss. I'd never kissed a woman before.She smiled at me as she undressed, pulling her lacy mocha boy-shorts down her thighs and unclasping the matching plunge bra. Her tits—even. There were two bikini-clad girls giggling and laughing and flirting with them, a normal event. But what had alerted Dawn and I was that the voices were VERY familiar.Dawn saw them first, and she instinctively bolted out of her chair just seconds before I did. It was Brooke and DJ, and our 15-year-old little sisters had no business flirting with such older men. Despite her developed figure, DJ in her pigtails looked even younger and the situation looked rather disturbing with the fully grown men. Before I left, we exchanged numbers with a plan to talk more in the future.The next day, my wife was set on going to the picnic, but I wasn't. She was alright with that and set out by herself with plans to meet me later for the dinner. I had Brad on my mind. As soon as she left, I nervously called his number, not knowing where it might lead. I honestly wanted to get to know him better and, yes, there were some vague sexual ideas. He was really glad to hear from me, wasn't going to the picnic,.