Jonesy hammered at the bank bitch like it was his full time job. This wasn’t about his pleasure, other than the pleasure of hearing her shame and anguish in each plowing stroke. This was about making sure he took that latent anger she built up in him out on that pretty little piece of mature meat. He made sure he slammed into her good, since he wanted her to choke down Frank’s dick, and maybe get a few splinters while she was at it. “Maybe this! Will make her…a little. More. Congenial!”<br/><br/>His strokes slowly, but surely became easier and though he kept it as a bit of a surprise for now, it appeared as though their bank bitch was enjoying the treatment. He couldn’t tell for sure, but he did change his stroke a bit. Maybe they might make a good slut out of her yet…maybe really pipe through some sounds of their little vixen in heat. Jonesy loved it…her back and part of her ass was whipped to shit, and he was shoehorning his cock in her tight little hole, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was starting to like it.<em>’For shame, bank bitch…for shame!’</em>he thought as he worked.<br/>