Sam looked with horror as Irene slipped, fell into the tub, and disappeared below the surface.  She looked crazed and frightened as her head came up out of the water.  In an effort to calm her he moved in her direction with his hands open and his arms out from his side like wings.<br/><br/>“Hey . . . hey Irene . . . you’re okay,  right?.  I’m not going to hurt you . . . I promise.  I’m not sure what’s got you spooked . . . or what’s going on with me to cause it . . . but you’re safe.  I thought we were enjoying each other.”<br/><br/>Her eyes looked a bit wild so Sam spoke to her as he normally would.  He was thinking normalcy might be reassuring.<br/><br/>“It’s okay to like your work . . . even more important to enjoy your play.  It took me some time to figure it out.  And believe me I had plenty of time.  Can I dry you off?  You wanna get out of the tub before we prune up?”<br/><br/>He was worried about her demeanor when she surfaced.  Prior to that he’d been pretty pleased that he’d been able to get her off so beautifully just as she’d done for him.  He began to wonder if maybe he’d forced too much on her.  He knew that some women could be awfully sensitive if their pussies were played with too much.<br/><br/>“Oh gosh Irene . . . Are you okay?  Are you hurt?”<br/><br/>