He had long wanted to go to the island of Tobago. Finally he was on the trip of a lifetime. A whole week in a one bedroom condo on the beach in Tobago...and he had plenty of money for site seeing, fishing and bar hopping. Sam was from a small Arkansas city that had very few minorities so as he saw that over 90% of the non-tourist people on the island were black, it gave him an unusual and funny feeling. Very polite blacks served him at the airport and the resort desk, cared for his room, drove. She said nothing when she moved under the covers, only kissed me and placed her hand on my cock. I was immediately hard from being seduced by this beautiful blonde that was slowly stroking my cock. Her kisses were also erotic by the way her tongue dipped deep in my mouth. She went from kissing me to kissing down my chest and eventually reaching my cock. It was there where the kissing stopped and the blow job began. Enjoying what she was doing to me I had to ask her before it continued what. The man's name was not George. Or Mr. Smith. His name was Damon Arquette, though few, if any people in this country were aware of his real name. He answered to 'Mr. Smith.' He had no idea who George was, nor did he care beyond the fact that there was no one named George who worked at the club. That made him suspicious of the pretty woman standing in front of him.Damon was, by nature and by necessity, suspicious. It was how he had survived in this business and how he had been as successful as he. When it was sufficiently dark, Bess laid her head down in my lap. She looked up and smiled at me when she realized my cock was hard.I took her action to mean she wanted to suck my cock and I was more than willing to accommodate her. Opening my fly, I let my hard cock loose. Bess quickly engulfed it, as I let out an audible moan.“Shoo,” she said and went back down on my cock.It took all my will power not to cry out. This girl was a very accomplished cocksucker, much better than anything I had.