<strong>Day Two-afternoon delight(s) with Sam</strong><br/><br/>She lifted her face to his kiss, her eyes closing of their own accord as he deepened the kiss.  Kissing was extra, generally.  But, he was so damned good at it, she was thinking she might be owing him money.   She ran the tip of her tongue into the corner of his mouth, then down his lower lip, nipping with lip-shrouded teeth, before returning to kissing him deeply, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, wrapping one leg around his, moaning softly.<br/><br/>The sound caught her attention and she blinked her eyes open.  No. nonononoo, she thought.  This is too much.  But, his cock was pressing against her and she was still tight and sensitive below and...<br/><br/>“Well Irene . . . since we never settled on a price for all this . . . I’m going to deduct five dollars each time you call me something other than Sam.  Well you can call me names if you want to but not Markham . . . or mister.”<br/><br/>She let him lead her to the bed and fell back at his light push.  She smiled again.  “Sam’s a good name, I guess.  But, you seem like a Mister Markham to me,” she said with a shrug just before he pinned her to the bed, parting her legs and making her shiver with not more than a look and a touch.  Her nipples hardened and she started to wrap her legs around him since that seemed to be the next move.  But, he moved, pressing his warmth down on her, kissing her again.<br/><br/>When he moved lower, the anticipation within her built to boiling.  She held her breath as he moved ever lower down her body and then nearly passed out as his mouth touched her once more.<br/><br/>Her hands fisted in the bed clothes and her back arched, meeting him, in a matter of seconds, the tightness within her exploding for the second time in her life and she gasped his name repeatedly.<br/><br/>She’d made a mistake, Irene knew it; she hadn’t controlled the situation and now she was going to pay.  Even as the clenching and releasing within diminished, she was a little afraid of what was happening, afraid of what she felt.<br/>