Irene chuckled as he brought up her barbering skill again.  “Sam, it’s an ancient method.  I’ll show you some—“  she had almost said “sometime” which hinted at the future.  She smiled.  “It won’t work on your beard, but it would make you smooth, nearly as smooth as me down here...” She touched him, running the back of her fingers along his scrotum and then along the underside of his cock.<br/><br/>When he dropped to his knees, Irene’s hands came warily to the sides of the tub.<br/><br/>“Reciprocity...” she murmured.  Good luck with that.  She hadn’t ever had a release.  The girls told her it was why she was so angry all the time.  Generally she gave them a fat lip when they said that and she felt better.  But, she didn’t want the poor man to feel like he had failed when she couldn’t climax.  “Sam, you don’t have to worry about that.  My parts just don’t work that way.”<br/><br/>She gasped as he lifted her out of the water and set her on the edge of the tub.  She had nothing to brace on and so, as he dived into her face first, she grasped his hair.  She stared down in shock, jerking as something came alive down there.<br/><br/>“Oh, hell,” she murmured, hips jerking as he licked her, his tongue warm, his breath playing over her moist skin.  As he stuck his tongue into her, rolling her nipple in his fingers she was gasping, jerking as he touched and licked her.  Her fingers curled into his hair, some instinct telling her to hold on.  She jerked once more and some angle shifted, something aligned so that his fingers made a direct hit into her pleasure center, something she had no notion she even had, and she keened between raspy breaths as she jerked herself against his mouth and hand.  “Oh...yes...don’t stop...yes...oh, please...” she said, begging.  And, someone heard her pleas and everything coalesced into a pulsing light with Irene at the center.  Her hips lifted so high and fast she was afraid she would break Sam’s nose.  But, she didn’t tell him to stop until she could take no more, almost sobbing.  “Sam...oh, heavens, please...don’t....I can’t....”  And, then it happened again and she shrieked because the first was just an opening act and this appeared to be the main event as she slipped, dropping so that her back was on the edge of the tub and Sam held her to him.  Head back, she grunted, wantonly, lustily as she met his assault.  Nothing ever felt so good.  Nothing.  She’d thought getting fucked soundly was as good as it got; she’d lied to herself.<br/><br/>Suddenly, it all began to tickle and she jerked away from him, pushing him off with one foot and falling into the tub with a splash.<br/><br/>Irene surface and wiped the water from her face.  She shoved back into a sitting position away from the man and stared at Sam, her eyes dilated and wild.  She didn’t know what to do, which way to run.  But, it was obvious she couldn’t stay there.<br/>