Well that explains it.’ ‘Explains what Vinnie?’ ‘When me and the boys go down there to gamble we talk to them in sign language and they always...walk away from us.’ ‘Sign language, Vinnie?’ ‘Yeah, you know the way that Tonto used to translate for the Lone Ranger whenever he was trying to get his Indian friends from the reservation to help them.’ ‘You do know that Tonto was an actor, right?’ ‘Yeah, of course, but he was still an Indian. He was an Indian actor.’ ‘Never mind.’ Hey, what ’bout paying. I listened as he told them that we were on for tomorrow. After he hung up the phone we spent the next two hours practicing in different positions. We didn't quit practicing until we were exhausted. We were so worn out that we fell asleep without even getting cleaned up.We woke up at a fairly normal time for a Sunday. But we were feeling kind of lazy and we remained in bed until we had to go to the bathroom so bad we couldn't stand it any longer. We raced for the bathroom and since it was closer. As he flipped through with one hand, his other hand was busy at Maria's tits, teasing the nipples that readily popped through the cleavage of her mostly unbuttoned silk shirt. One of Maria's hands was busy in her pantyless crotch, teasing her clit. "Is this right, Maria?" Paul asked, as she licked her fingers and started plunging them into her snatch, "Palmer is willing to sell us the business for only $17 million dollars?"Maria had stopped sucking her boss's cock and was now up on the desk. I was still seeing Sarah but not as frequently. We enjoyed each others company and the sex we had together but we both knew we were not in love. My depression wasn't nearly as bad as it had been and I had finally been able to shut Abby out of my life. Whenever I thought of her I only remembered the scene of her rocking back and forth with Ben's cock inside her, no more happy memories. It was kind of like negative reinforcement. My only thoughts of Abby were painful so I just stopped thinking of.