He refused saying that he can’t drink at home and the only place he could go was a bar. It was maybe the whiskey talking but I told him to join me t...en. He reluctantly agreed. I brought him a glass from my kitchen and asked him to pour himself a drink. Now to tell you Santosh was dressed in ragged pants and really old blue T-shirt.Santosh poured himself a drink, I don’t know why until today, why I said what I said next. I told Santosh “This will be the best alcohol you’ll have in your life, you. Soon they were on the living room floor, his pants off, somegel massaged onto his pole, her legs up, short skirt around her waistand knickers off. This time it was not hurting as much, gel and alcoholhelping there, and she was beginning to feel something building insidelike she might explode. She could remember having a wank and the suddenrelief it gave but this was different, a slow build then an intensedesire to get Nial to push in as far as possible accompanied by a bodywracking spasm. Then. I just happened to glance through the open door of the inspector’s office, and I saw three bottles of Danton’s red wine on his desk.The inspector scanned our barcode identifications embedded in our wrists. Then he initialed the import stamps and entered the date and time into his handheld. At his signal, the guards unlocked and opened the gate. We walked through with our cargo and headed down the street toward the warehouse district.Walking on a planet with natural gravity, sunshine, and oxygen. She opened up a set of double glass doors to an amazing balcony overlooking the water. The door was big enough to wheel a full queen size bed in and off the deck. The deck was equipped with a bar, Jacuzzi, and the bed already set up. Clean Egyptian cotton white sheets and a giant down comforter. She looked back at me. ‘How do you like my sanctuary?’ I was speechless. I walked around the deck looking at the view. I sat down on the bed and it was like landing on a cloud. Debbie was at the bar.