Irene chuckled as she watched Sam finish the emptying of the tub.  She looked at the remaining water and laughed.  “I suppose your home is fitted with indoor plumbing?  Or, perhaps outdoor and you just pull the plug and let it drain to the ground?”  She moved to pick up the dirty towel from earlier and tossed it into the tub.  When it had soaked up the water, she wrung it into the bucket and then dipped more water out the same way until the tub was dry.  She wiped the sides down and hung the towel on a hook to dry.  She emptied the bucket and set it beneath the towel, should it drip.<br/><br/>She gave Sam a look that clearly said, “Men!” and drew him over to the tub.  “You’re pretty clean, soaking like you were.  But, come here, love, and I’ll give you a bit of a soap-up,” she said.  Irene wet two cloths and lathered the first lightly.<br/><br/>When Sam rejoined her, she carefully washed his groin and up his chest, washed his arm pits and then moved around him to wipe his back and backside.  She dipped the clean cloth in the water and dribbled the water over him, rubbing the soap away with her palm.  It was an effective bathing method learned over years living in a desert country.<br/><br/>Irene carefully washed his cock and then lower, smiling up at him as her hand covered in the cloth, slid between his legs.  She cupped water in her hands and poured it over him to rinse, smiling as she taught the lawman some new tricks.<br/><br/>“D’you want to wash me, Sam?  Or watch me wash myself?”  She grinned at him, one cheek dimpling.<br/>