I didn't protest against him; I just moaned out as he pulled my dress up. I knew I should make a small protest just to say I tried to resist. "Colt, w... can't do this anymore. I am still legally married." He could tell by my body language that I didn't mean a thing I said. This time, Colt slid his two middle fingers inside me and immediately found my g-spot. "Oh, Colt, that's the spot right there," escaped my trembling lips as I bit down on them. I was in disbelief how could someone so young. I'm not using it" to a more complicated "If you really want something bad enough shouldn't you be willing to pay the cost?"I knew Gail was my other half the instant I laid eyes on her for the first time and every minute that I'd spent in her company since then had only solidified that belief. So why couldn't I do what she wanted? What could it hurt? It would get me what I wanted. What I craved. It really hadn't hurt us when we dated right? And I wouldn't even know when she was doing it. Just. He offered us some coffee and Z and I took a cue from Painted Horse and just had water.The President sat at the one end of the oval table, and Painted Horse sat at the other. We made ourselves comfortable in the middle.Painted Horse said something in Navajo, and then, in English, "We shall speak in the language of our guests, for they have asked for this meeting. Perhaps you would ask Mr. Bean Counter..." he said with a chuckle " ... to come out of his hiding place in the next room and join us.. . Yes, I know", the use of that lewd word sending waves of aroused passion throughout her already trembling body. Nonetheless, she still tried to sit up, but Al pushed the lounger into a fully reclined position, and just as suddenly as he had moved before, he slide his head down her nearly nude body, until his face hovered just over her already moistly spread cuntal lips."Oh, god, what are you doing?' "Don't do that, please don't!" Even as she pleaded with him, however, her breath abruptly.