To my amazement and excitement, Sally finished her glass, stood up and walked off with Ian in the direction of the hotel. I stood there almost numb wi...h disbelief, my cock was throbbing in my pants.I had told Ian to ring me when he got back to the room so I could listen in for a while. I followed them back and watched as they disappeared into the hotel. 10 minutes later my phone rang and I could hear muffled noises although clear enough to hear what was going on. Ian asked Sally to show him her. What more invitation I wanted. She was lying diagonally on my bed. It was convenient for me. I came in front of her and just leaned forward and held both of her boobs in my hand and sucked her nipples.She was moaning loudly and extended her hand searching for my cock. She caught my pyjama strings untied the knot, pulled down my brief and caught my erect cock in her hand. I was surprised. I just lifted her ornamental skirt, and a pettycoat below and her beautiful thighs were visible.I lifted her. It is even worse than at first glance! Now the report I have just finished indicates that when you are not servicing the field and ranch hands, during the evening hours you are returned to this little town of roughly three hundred people where the cantina and its lone prostitute, yourself, provide the only source of recreation for these unfortunate souls. On many days the only time you have to sleep is when you are being transported to and from the location where the dozens of men eager to use. Her pants were low-riding and tight and I could see the top of her red thong."Hey, Jessie," I squeaked as I walked by. My face reddened with lust and embarrassment as my cock hardened uncomfortably in my underwear. "I ... er ... hi," I stammered."Hi Kevin," she answered in her cute, bubbly voice.My heart pounded with joy. She didn't hate me. All I had to do was talk like a normal person. Just tell her to have a nice day, Kevin, then work your way to asking her out for some coffee. Instead, I.