Day Three.<br/><br/>Irene wanted to laugh at Sam.  He was so earnest about it.  But, laughter died as he seemed so worried about the gun and then embarassed about what he'd been at in the wash room.<br/><br/>"Sorry if I interrupted you, Sam.  My boss wasn't around.  The bar was stocked.  And, I was anxious to get back to you."<br/><br/>She grunted as he pinned her to the door and kissed her.  His hands found her breasts, lifted nicely in the gusset of the corset and ready for attention.  Irene could feel her hard nipples freed from the boned garment, pressing against the sheer white fabric of her blouse.<br/><br/>"Oh, Sam...I was teasing..."  She jerked as his fingers, out of sight under her skirt found the slit in her drawers and delved within her folds.  She was damp in an instant...shivering the next and then he plunged his cock into her and she chanted his name as he rocked into her.  "Sam...oh...what have you done to me?  Oh, Sam!"  She'd have wrapped her legs around him if he weren't pinning her to the wall.  Goodness, she was so turned on by the fact that he was taking her that she could feel herself coming as she thought about it.  "Oh, please, Sam.  Fuck me...Yes...like that... Yes.  Oh...oh..."  softly, she whispered his name.  Irene turned her head and leaned to kiss Sam, her hips jerking on him as she sighed a moan into his mouth.