Lesbian Inmates In High-definition

“Very good,” Amber said as she skimmed through some information about the bank on her phone. She glanced at the sheet he was currently signing and saw he was on one that would require the signature of a notary. Almost fifteen minutes had passed before the door she’d walked through opened, and in walked a man who appeared to be in his early to mid-fifties. “I definitely will. “What bank is it?”

Phillip hesitated. Everything I need’s taken care of.”

“You… did hear that Colin Gerrard died, yes?” Amber said. Just know that my employer looks after those who assist him. The guard stopped in front of a door and opened it. As she stood there, she took in the sight of cucumber water, lounge chairs, a large-screen television, a comfortable-looking full-sized bed, and a bar filled with snacks and drinks. I have to be there in person. “Who sent you? “You’re not Bianca,” he said, stopping short as he looked at her in confusion.