The entrance is through a market stall. At the reception you'll notice two ways to go, with signs above both doors written in Arabic and English. One ...ays 'Muslim Men', the other reads 'Non Muslims'. I peeked in the muslim side and saw numerous massage tables, with no privacy, and naked guys lying on some with towels covering their asses. They were getting rubbed by shirtless, hairy guys. Not very inviting. The other door led to a smaller reception with a lady behind the counter in a full. I kneeled and looked up at him, giving him a devilish smile (it’s a look I’ve learned over the years). Sliding my hands up his legs, I stopped when I reached the bottom of his shorts, grabbed them and pulled them down. His cock sprang up, half hard, bobbing with each beat of his heart. I licked my lips. Leaning forward, I ran my tongue from the base of his prick, to the top, stopping to swirl it around the head, slipping the tip of my tongue between that sweet spot that separates the head. I think if she had her way, we’d all be camped out in the living room or something.”“That would be fun,” Muireann said.“You’re okay with moving into her room, right?”“Certainly,” she replied. “Though I think I’ll not sleep as much as usual this week.”“Probably right. But this way you’ll have more time to hang out with Heather.”“I’m looking forward to it.”I laughed a little. “I’ll warn you up front that she can be a bit wild and crazy sometimes.”“Is that so?”“Yeah. She’s kind of a trickster, you. “I told you I was never more than a phone call away,” I said as we turned to walk into the restaurant.“Wait,” she said stopping and taking my elbow, “I need to say something to you before we go in. I was on the phone with my sister all afternoon. Long story short, she told me I should get revenge on that shit hole. I just want you to know this, our going to dinner isn’t that. I mean, it is a little, us being seen in public together where people I know might see us, but I’m here because you’re.