<strong>Day Two- Sam and Irene</strong><br/><br/>Sam’s little speech made Irene smile.  Sweet.  She glanced down at her crotch and pursed her lips.<br/><br/>She looked back up as he moved to her, handing the soap and then fondling her.  He was taking care of her and himself in one fell swoop.  She might have to pay him if it kept up like this.<br/><br/>Irene watched as he sniffed his fingers, her hand sliding onto his cock.  Firm, thick; her fingers wrapped tightly and she gave him a slow pull, easing her grip as her hand slid along him.  When his tongue came out to lick his fingers, her eyes locked onto the gesture.<br/><br/>He took the soap from her limp hand and even as she gently petted his cock, he washed her, causing her to take a surprised step back.<br/><br/>“Damn,” she murmured.<br/><br/>She released him when he was through, taking the soap back and then squatting for a quick rinse.  She lathered the sponge, opting for soft instead of rough, and began to wash his legs, first left and then right.  Then, she washed his arms, working the sponge in lazy circles up to his shoulder, across his chest and then down his torso.  She stopped before reaching his cock to move up to his right shoulder and down that arm.<br/><br/>Irene stepped out of the tub and got one of the reserve buckets of water to rinse Sam, pouring the warmer water carefully over him, running her hands over him to swipe the soap and water away.  She followed her hands with her mouth, kissing across his chest, giving each little scar a lick and a drawing kiss before she moved back, bending to kiss down his belly.  She turned and set the bucket out of the tub, re-soaping the sponge to wash his genitals; soaping with the sponge and rubbing with her fingers.<br/><br/>“So, Sam, if what we do isn’t what defines us, why do we make laws?  Why do we set rules, standards?” she asked as her gentle fingers manipulated him, sliding over his soap-slicked cock.  She didn’t expect an answer.  “I know I’m still a good person, where it matters,” she said, saying more than she intended.  “But I do things that most people consider wrong.”  She bent over the side of the tub to get the bucket to rinse him.<br/><br/>She sat on the side of the tub and patted next to her.  “Want to put your foot here, sweetheart?” she asked.  Pleased that she was on eye-level with his cock.  She leaned in before he could move and sucked his cock into her mouth.  She pulled back, wrapping a hand around him.  “Sorry...  You look good too,” she said.  “And, I don’t actually use a razor.  I use a string.  Though, I’m very good with a razor, too.  Never caused anyone to bleed to death...yet,” she said, smiling.  She continued to rub his firm cock. She moved to kneel in the tub, leaning under him to run her tongue from between his legs, over his sack and up the entire length of his cock, swirling her tongue around the head before drawing him into her mouth again.  She bobbed her head, sucking as she pulled back and gently gliding her teeth over his length as she drew him back into her mouth.<br/><br/>He’d said he was hers.<br/>