Jail

Elma didn't reply to his word and slowly moved up the stairs.

Jack was behind her as he saw her moving up, her ass gracefully bouncing in his gaze.

Soon enough both of them reached in front of a room.

Elma stopped, placing her hand on the doorknob she looked at Jack and gulped her saliva.

Her heart started beating faster at the thought of what was about to happen.

As she was opening the door, suddenly a tune rang.

Elma looked at the phone in her hand and raised her brow, it was a call.

Jack stood there patiently waiting for her to finish the call, he was in no hurry.

Elma picked up the phone and moved a bit away from the room to talk with the other person on the other side of the phone.

As she was conversing with the other person, Jack could see her expression changing from worry to anger.

"What do you mean! How can the card decline!" Her voice started raising with her every word and soon enough she hung up the phone.