<strong>Day Two=Irene and Sam in her room</strong><br/><br/>She was startled when he brought water over to her and squatted beside her.  When he grabbed her foot, she almost tipped off the stool, putting a hand on the tub to steady herself.<br/><br/>She watched, suspicious of his intentions, as he washed her dirty feet.  “Mr. Markham...do you have a thing for feet?” she asked, smiling with her lips.  It felt nice...  No, Irene, he’s just another customer who has a thing for feet.  He’s not doing it FOR you, he’s doing it TO you FOR himself.<br/><br/>Irene had to bring her left foot over for him to wash, her pose having left her with her legs parted to scoot close to the tub.  She shifted and allowed him to do what seemed to please him.  She was a little unsettled by his silence.  It left too much time for thought and for her to look at him.  She dragged her eyes away from his face, she couldn’t see much anyhow, and watched his hands. But, that wasn’t any better.  He was gentle, firm but not tentative in his touch.  He was secure in himself, and that was a devastatingly sexy attribute for anyone to possess.<br/>