He'll have a blow job

"It looks like you've gone green," Miguel said with a growing smile. "I've had a long boat ride... so why don't you give me a blowjob? Take your time and teach me how this works as you go." He unzipped his pants and stepped out of them, freeing his dick.

"Absolutely!" She was bubbly, as if he had offered her a great gift. "Clothes on or off?"

"Off, please."

Barbara undressed, laying her suit gently on the bed, and then gently guided Miguel to sit in the provided office chair. As she knelt down and started stroking his cock, she walked him through the operation of the tablet.

"With that, you'll be able to observe Camila no matter where she is on the island. We do have quite excellent surveillance. Try it now." Barbara started slurping on his dick while he fiddled with the controls. He tapped a few buttons and the tablet filled with a surveillance image of her walking along the beach with her trainer. Camilla was wearing a bikini and a sarong. He could see her duty assignment listed as "Beachside Bar." As she walked, he saw a man approaching her in the other direction. Miguel saw him eye Camila up and down, and look a little disappointed when he saw the red necklace.

"Let's make this guy's afternoon," Miguel said out loud, tapping a small button. On the screen he saw Camila's necklace turn green and the guy's face light up. He couldn't figure out how to get sound but he saw the man unzip his fly and approach her, and then he saw Camila arguing with her handler about it. He smiled as Camila lost the argument and sank to her knees on the sandy beach.

"First of many, first of many," he mumbled to himself and set the tablet aside for a second to focus on Barbara's talented mouth. She continued to bob on his cock and he praised whatever good fortune had led him into this hotel room, as he about to shoot his load down a blonde American's mouth.

He didn't last very long until he got to live that dream. He exploded across her talented tongue.

"Swallow it," he ordered and Barbara complied. She pulled off of his softening cock and gave him another broad smile.

"May I please have a drink of water, sir?"

"Sure," he said. "Is there any **** in here?"

"Yes, sir, there is a stocked bar."

"Please pour me a small tumbler of whiskey then. You can have one yourself if you like."

She nodded her thanks and poured a pair of whiskey. She sat on the edge of the bed and sipped it, without a shred of modesty about her nudity.