EXTRACT FOR
The Sweatshop
(DIXON KUNTZ)

SLAP!

SLAP!

Carlos slapped her ass harder, just the way she liked it. Her long auburn hair was tied up in a ponytail, a fact that he used to his advantage as he grabbed her as one would grab the bridle on a horse. She had told him that her secret fantasy was to be tied up like an animal and fucked and fucked without having any say in the matter. Carlos was only too willing to oblige her. He retrieved the rope that was one of her favorites restraints, and bound her hands behind her back with a solid-braid nylon rope in 7/16 width from the hardware store. She could smell the beer on his breath. Carlos was known for doing two things and doing them well, drinking and fucking. He took one of the bras on the assembly line and stuffed it into her mouth to shut her up. He knew that she was a screamer.