Jonesy watched with rapt attention as Frank gave the smart bitch a little touch. For all of her complaining, Frank’s fingers had some damn shiny gloss on it “Well, damn…fingers got her revved up that damn much…” he walked over to the thrashing woman and shook his head like a man who saw the truth in her through the lies. He pointed looked at her, as he wanted her to understand a little something “If fingers got you in the mood so soon, sweet cheeks…you’re going to be begging for what you’re going to get inside of a few days…”<br/><br/>He continued “pussy doesn’t forget. Even if you hate yourself for what you’ll feel, it won’t stop your pussy from wanting it. I heard some people…truly holy people…are able to refuse the body pleasure in the service of their god.” He chuckled a bit and looked at the other guys “Looks like she failed that one…” he turned back to her and smiled a genuine and warm smile, fit to light up a room “But that’s okay, princess…you’ll say enough oh gods to give everyone their due.”<br/><br/>He ignored her last words of defiance and even leaned on her as he would a piece of furniture “Well, Rev. Looks like we are in the slick and prepared for take-off. Care to do the honors?”<br/>