<strong>Day Two - afternoon </strong><br/><br/>Irene felt chills run up her arms at the man’s touch.  This wasn’t right.  Maybe she was getting sick.  She felt her eyes cross as his hand reached a little further and then he tasted her and she couldn’t look away from his mouth.<br/><br/>He moved and she got to her feet.<br/><br/>“Mr. Markham, you do have a way with words,” she purred, standing in front of him.  She smiled as he gave her his back and she leaned in to kiss between his shoulder blades, flicking her tongue out to run along his spine to the top of his buttocks, ending at their crevice.  She straightened abruptly, realizing what she’d done.  But, it was her job to entertain him for the night; not his job to entertain her.  So, she kissed his back some more as she washed him.  First the soapy sponge, then the rinse with a wrung rag trickling water down his back, and then she kissed the clean area, her hands resting lightly on his hips...for balance.<br/><br/>Irene finished washing his back and stepped out of the tub.  “I think you’re done, Mr. Markham,” she said, dipping to rinse the sponge in the bucket before tossing it to the rack on the wall, pleased when it landed and stayed in place.  She held out her hand to Sam, grinning cheekily as she offered to help him from the tub.<br/>