So in the evening I got into my shorts and t shirt and poured some wine for both of us and started a nice romantic movie.I decided to play my hand onc... she had a couple of drink and asked her that she looks exhausted and should I give her a massage. To my amazement she agreed willingly so at first I sat down behind her on the bed in a way that she could feel my dick as soon as I got a erection and she could lay her body on my torso. I started by massaging her shoulder and started to work my way. Now was the time for Pallavi to learn the lesson. I pitied her.“I am sorry,” she mumbled.Sharat did not heed her. He went to sink, washed his hand and went out for a smoke.“You should never insult someone like that,” I chided Pallavi.“I don’t know. I just said as fun,” she said naively.“The fun will begin for you now.”She did not grasp my words. We both fell silent. After 10 minutes, Sharat came back. He still looked angry and commanded Pallavi, “Let’s go inside.”As if a slave, Pallavi stood. ” I glanced at the rows of wine bottles, utterly lost. I’d never realized there were so many wineries, and so many varieties. Hell, there must be almost as many wineries as there are breweries! He saw my confusion. “Do you know what you want?” “Nope, not a clue. How do I pick the good ones, just buy whatever ‘s expensive?” He laughed again. “No, actually that’s not at all necessary, although I’d love to sell them to you. Some of our best choices are actually pretty reasonable.” He motioned. I was going to have to go into the building. I turned the car off and headed for the building while leaving my jacket behind. Once inside the Men’s room I headed for the stall farthest from the door. Something told me to be far from the door so I would have time to react if anyone came in.I peed in record time and zipped my khakis only to hear footsteps outside the door. I felt a pang of panic. “Where did this person come from?” I thought. I had looked in every direction before heading into the.