The woman was Kosher
I have to say punt went pretty well. I don't know if you guys ever do this, but when going to a punt i'm lazer focused on what I have to do. for instance my fake delivery was an A4 envelope stuffed with one of those FirstgreatWestern magazines, while buying the envelope I must have come across like a preppy twat. "thanks...you have a great day as well". sickening.
Getting in was fine, as I just did the "isn't it cold routine". The idiot I am didn't realise i was already on the first floor so she came into the lift to get me......cover blown "you here to see me...yes?" (Czech accent) I just thought fuck... HMD you twat.
As much as I tried to explain the ruse of the package, she wasn't getting it, so Angelika now thinks I give corporate magazines as gifts
maybe we should all try it.
Excellent punt all requests fulfilled apart from dirty talk, language barrier and all that. Then she showed me out and I left got to the door (I may as well call myself Mr Bean) of course you need a key card to get out, her room number totally went out of my head. Drove around in my power chair getting ready to knock on a random door and play the "i've lost my card, help" when she comes out.
Getting out was fine...she asked no questions as a loud welsh hen party had just walked in "ya mad aren't you tina....yeah i'm mad me" Jesus Christ!
I could say nothing going down the slow as fuck wheelchair lift lift my brain was fried from an orgasm brought on by a wank with a prostate massage, never has a lift gone so slowly I couldn't think of anything to say couldn't even make eye contact.
So all in all well worth it, but can't go back and "deliver another package for at least a year"
really good punt but not the smoothest operation ever.
As ever thanks for the advice and support.