Mob Boss needs to show the bookie how to collect on debt(Part 1 of 3)

Mona Wales built her name on the back of other people's losses. She paid Ariel X to drag the money out of deadbeat gamblers, yet Ariel kept letting them breathe. She talked soft, eased off the pressure, let payments slip. Mona had no room for softness. She hauled Ariel into the back room and made her understand what happens when mercy gets in the way of cash flow. Ariel ended up on her knees, mouth busy on Mona's feet, tongue working between the toes while Mona watched without a blink. One sharp slap cracked across Ariel's cheek, then another, until her eyes watered and her head rocked. Mona shoved her down, buckled on a thick strap-on, and drove it straight into Ariel's ass with no warning. Every thrust punched deeper while Mona's fist hammered Ariel's belly, knocking the air out in hard grunts. The strap slammed home again and again. Mona pulled out, slapped Ariel's cunt until it burned, then folded her fingers and worked her whole hand back inside that stretched hole. Knuckles pushed, wrist twisted, and Ariel's ass opened around the intrusion until five fingers disappeared and the rim stayed wide even after Mona pulled free.