That bastard looked entirely too smug and Lauren consoled herself with the mental image of shoving the toy into his hairy ass. She glowered at him but he just lit another cigarette and playfully swatted her behind. She squeaked in protest against this and glared at him some more.<br/><br/>She waited for him to untie her and she chose some panties, a bra, baby blue shorts, and a light pink blouse. Then she motioned him to turn around. Of course he went on about his rules and she roled her eyes at him.<i>Yadda yadda yadda. Drop dead asshole</i>!  But he turned and Lauren slipped into her cotton panties and corralled her boobs in a decent bra before stepping into the shorts and wearing the blouse. By then he turned around. When he saw her hold her shoes he tut tutted and wagged his finger in a no-no sort of way. She grunted in frustration and threw the shoe at him which caught him squarely on the chest. Lauren was delighted and giggled behind her gag.<i>Take that you fucker, </i>she thought and threw two more at him, which he ducked away from before he tackled her and threw her in the bed and loomed over her once more. She laughed and flipped him the finger. She had never done that before, but it was safe to say that Frank brought out the worst in her.