Irene lifted her mouth from Sam's to laugh at his request.  She'd been coming nearly since he'd entered her.  She wasn't crazed, she was just climaxing...for what seemed forever.  Now, though, with his request, she focused not on her pleasure which was huge, but to moving her body on him to best please him.  She slid up and down his body, their wet skin gliding easly against each other.  Each time her breasts hit the hot water, though, she jerked on Sam, her body clamping onto his.  She could feel him in her, swelling, hardening further, and that spurred Irene on to bring him to his peak.<br/><br/>When she felt him fill her even fuller, felt his release, Irene ceased her movements, simply clutching Sam, holding him to her, her face nestled into the crook of his neck as she breathed heavily from her exertions.  She was limp, almost feeling that her bones had melted.  Irene kissed his shoulder and sat up.  She eased off of his spent member and up to the edge of the bath.  Without speaking, she braced herself to grab the wash cloth and then dipped it to wet it and lathered it with soap and washed her body.  She could feel Sam's eyes and looked at him, surprised that he wasn't comatose.  Irene smiled and finished bathing herself.<br/><br/>She rinsed by use of her cupped hand and a clean cloth, washing the soap suds from her skin.  "Your turn.  I'm going to get dressed once more.  I think we should be civilized and go out for dinner, Mr. Markham.  After all, I do need to show you off and we do need to gather more information..."  She swung her legs from the tub to stand, leaned over to kiss Sam before walking out of the room, her usual boyish stride slowed to a seductive sway of hips.  It wasn't purposely done; Irene was tired and walking slowly, she moved more like a "woman."