Etta sobbed, dropping to her knees and wrapping her arms around Zia's naked right leg. "I'm begging you. Please! Give me one more chance. I'll show you that I'm really sorry!"
Zia looked down with contempt. "I don't believe you."
The redhead wailed in dismay. "Please, please, please! I'll do anything. Anything you want. Let me prove myself!"
Zia's jaw clenched and she exhaled an angry snort. The room fell silent, save for Etta's pitiful weeping.
Zia pondered. The job paid an obscene amount of money. And had Etta asked politely, her anal antics might have been a pleasing diversion. Still, the indignity of waking up mid-orgasm to the surprise of a fist up the ass really was beyond the limit. The Baron's daughter needed to be taught a hard lesson in humility. But what sort of lesson? If Z
