This is to conclude the story of our hero and to place him in the circumstances he continues to enjoy until this day.
When Solomia arrives next morning, she finds Justin's door open and the perverted millionaire on his knees, head down, offering to her the cleaned and folded garments of the day before like some Egyptian slave on a tomb relief. She accepts the gesture quizzically and is even more taken aback by the amount of cash in the envelope with her name on it. Her whore's suspicions are aroused, and her face darkens: ' What I have to do for this?' she asks, frowning.
'Nothing. You have already done it; call it a tip' he says, but then corrects himself, 'a humble offering of thanks'.
Solomia's round face splits into that rarest thing for her, a smile. 'OK' she says, simply. With that, she fishes down her impressive cleavage and produces the little key to his cage. Justin holds up a restraining hand and requests that she leave him locked until after she has delivered the other envelope to Rula and has her reply. The old whore considers this a moment but then declares that she has her instructions and will not go back to her boss with them not carried out.
Solomia proceeds to unlock our hero, sit him in front of his laptop and insert a flash drive into one of the slots. Rula has told her to reassure Justin that he now has the only digital record of events in the warehouse. The laptop screen then plays her phone footage in full, while Solomia's chubby hands work the blood back into his liberated cock and massage his balls. The voyeur eventually cums to an image of himself on all-fours, wearing stripper heels and g-string, and with a spoonful of spunk dribbling at the corners of his mouth. She catches his urgent, little discharge in her hand and feeds it back to him directly.
Her instructions now carried out in full, she relocks the cock tube and leaves to deliver Justin's message.
In less than an hour, his mobile chimes. There is a single word text; ACCEPTED.