Day Two - Getting Sorted Out<br/><br/><br/>Irene gasped when Sam pulled her onto his lap.  She tried to push away, but her heart wasn’t in it and he was far stronger than she.  She settled, staring at his mouth as he spoke.<br/><br/>“I didn’t hit my head,” she said, her voice firm.  “Reciprocity,” she repeated after him, looking down at his cock.  She felt stupid.  She felt lead-limbed and slow.  It was a nice feeling.  For a woman always on edge, this dulled-down, languid dream-like state felt very nice.<br/><br/>Irene looked up at him when he swore softly, and then stared at him as if he were mocking her.  Her chin came up and that other Irene who was ready to hurl a shot glass at your head for one wrong look peeked out.  “What do you mean?  Always?  Women don’t always cum.  I don’t...I never have before, actually.  And, let me tell you, I’ve fucked six ways to Sunday and never had that...this happen.  The girls told me it was normal...”  She jerked to get up, wanting to go after the girls because she was beginning to think they’d lied.  Sam’s arms held her in place.<br/><br/>“And, no I don’t hurt down there.  It’s kind of...I mean, damn, I can feel my pulse and the slight breeze when I move my legs...  It feels fine, Sam.  Thank you for asking,” she added, and then she grinned.  Their conversation was absurd.  This much time with any other man and she’d be cleaning herself up and he’d be downstairs on his third drink.  Conversation wasn’t part of the general plan.<br/><br/>She suddenly felt his hand caressing her back.  She’d been aware, but hadn’t paid that much attention.  Now, a shiver followed his trailing fingers.<br/><br/>“I still haven’t washed your back, Sam.  I could do it now, or later.  You do have me all night,” she said, mostly checking to make sure he hadn’t changed his mind.  She wanted that feeling again.  Irene pictured herself chasing the man down and dragging him back.  They’d laugh at her, but it would be worth it, she mused.<br/>