Chapter Twenty
Prisoner Exchange
But Countess Vronsky wasn’t through with Angus yet. “This third video goes straight to Sable.”
“She’ll fire me!”
“Duh!”
“You can’t do that!” he blubbered. “We made a deal.”
“Ten thousand a month to suppress the first two videos. The third one is non-negotiable.”
Angus crawled over to the Countess and licked her burgundy boots. “I beg you to have mercy on me.”
“Tell you what I’ll do,” Countess Vronsky smiled. “Get dressed, and we’ll go talk to Olga about releasing Jack.” She turned her back to him and stuck out her ass.
Angus rose to his knees with an indignant expression. When Countess Vronsky looked over her shoulder at him, fear filled his face. He kissed her left ass cheek awkwardly. After she patted the crease in the middle, he kissed her hard
