<strong>Day Two- Water Sports with Sam</strong><br/><br/>She froze as he grabbed her and then leaned against him as her rubbed his hands over her tits.  She smiled, watching his tanned fingers glide over her pale skin.  She tried to reach behind her, between them to grab his cock, but he held her so tightly she couldn’t reach.  The best she could manage was to grab his hip and rub down his thigh, tilting her head for his lips to kiss her neck.<br/><br/>“It’s been a long time since you wanted a bath, Sam?” she asked, letting him do as he pleased.  It was his time.  And, it felt nice.  Maybe a little too nice.  Almost real...she pushed those thoughts aside and remembered who and where she was.<br/><br/>“It’s been a long time since a man’s wanted to bathe me...” She said, her tone wry as his fingers slid between her buttocks and then down her legs.  She slid her feet apart, unsure what he would do next.  She looked down at him, curious.  In her experience, lawmen had a hard time keeping their pants on; it was a power thing.  And, his controlling the situation fell right into that stereotype.  Yet it didn’t quite fit.  The bullet wounds had her interest, too.  Scars on his chest, a little above the heart, and she’d felt a raised bit of skin on his right thigh.  Someone had wanted him dead, she thought.<br/><br/>She was a bit surprised by the water cascading over her.  She caught it, sluicing it over her chest to wash the soap away as he rinsed her back.<br/><br/>“I’m pretty well clean up front,” Irene said.  She moved towards the end of the tub where the rack with the sponges and wash cloths sat.  She grabbed a sponge and glanced back at the man and took a cloth, too; he might need some scrubbing to get his neck clean.  “You’re very thorough.  Used to live on a dairy farm, did you?” she asked, dipping the sponge into the water and holding out her hand for the soap, letting her eyes slide over him, lingering on his cock before meeting his eyes once more.<br/><br/>“Where would you like me to start?” she asked, turning her tone to salacious and letting her tongue slide over her lower lip the way men liked.  “You see, there ain’t no ladies in this tub.”<br/>