Erin got me off. She was utterly brilliant and she still is. She was also representing Diabla, real name Irina Krystow. She was inside for, well, I’...l let her tell you. We had become lovers in jail.“When we were both acquitted, thanks to Erin, we split up but, later, Erin got us back together, inviting us to visit her here.” She took my hand. “We have become incredibly close and loyal to each other and we have become better crooks. Better because we only target evil people. We’re not Robin. Amy squirmed her legs on the sofa and had a look of shock with her mouth wide open, not sure whether to moan or scream while looking at me to see my reaction. I froze switching my stares at both her looking at me and then James licking her pussy just across the sofa from me. James continued to aggressively licking her pussy now sloppily and noisily and Amy's once open shocked mouth now turned to moaning and squealing 'oh my gosh" "yes", "oh my gosh". Watching this I couldn't take it any longer. She smiled at him then and sighed as once more, the boundaries crashed down around her. She put her hand on his penis, her fingers wrapping around the taut skin, her thumb rubbing the tip gently. “The bath can wait.” They made it to his room across the hall and once inside, she turned to him. She loved this man with all her heart. Unlike the other men in her life, he was rock solid and there whenever she needed him. Well, she needed him now. But, somehow she didn’t think he would mind. She. Two white ladies, mid-thirties were in the elevator--one blonde, one brunette. They were dressed like they had been out on the town on a girls night out. I called out "Hold the door, please!" I was moving quickly toward the door to catch it, but it was too far away. The girls had a look of sudden fear in their eyes. They didn't hold the door. I got there in time to stick my hand in the door, but it wouldn't reopen so I snatched my hand back and it closed as the blonde and I looked into.