Terraces circled elegantly around that central garden, many with their own bars and small cafes while wooden ramps and steps joined them up to each ot...er. The Courtyard was as much, if not moreso a social hub as it was a place for clients to meet their hostesses. Nonetheless, every bartender, every barista and every waitress proudly wore the tattooed collar on her neck, signalling without words that they, too, could be bought at a moments notice and taken to someplace private to be ravished in. Because I did not respond, Karen did not like this and yanked my cock a bit which hurt slightly. She whispered again, “Is that understood?” I nodded. She looked at me again, then looked at my lips. Then using one hand, pulled her dress strap down on both sides of her shoulders to expose her full tits. Karen looked up to see my reaction. Wow, I thought! Karen then knelt down, looked at me, and very slowly swallowed my chocolate hairless cock as her cheek walls manipulated its way around my. “I could not take my eyes off of you.” “Flattery will get you places”, she said and laughed. He said “I hope so.”The scene changed again and now we are back in our room. It is me, Heather and this white guy. She is in the bathroom putting something on. She comes out and looks amazing! She has stockings on again and a sexy teddy. His jaw drops and she comes over to where he is and kneels down in front of him. She pulls his pants down and takes out his cock. He is actually pretty big and she. Those guys were able to bring the well in under budget. I got a raise, Jesse and his boys got a big bonus, and Jones Oil made money. A win-win situation.I had more time to socialize now with a daytime job and started to hang out at on the weekends at a couple of the road houses in the area. Now that I had an "office" type job, I could dress better. No more dirty jeans, steel toed work boots and T-shirts, I wore slacks or dress jeans, nice shirts, and Dan Post cowboy boots. I looked pretty.