Day Two-late evening<br/><br/>Irene was giving herself in to the pleasure that Mr. Markham was dishing out.  Her hand worked on him, caressing gently and then squeezing tightly as he worked at her nipples.  She almost cried out from pain, but just at the point where she might have made a noise, he stopped and she found herself missing his attention.<br/><br/>She had to release him as he removed the blouse.  She enjoyed how his face lit, looking at her.  Irene didn’t know if he looked at every woman with the same hunger; she tried to convince herself it was personal, but she was a hard woman to convince, even by herself.<br/><br/>“Well, I know parts of you certainly want me,” she said in response to his question, cupping his sack as she did so, grinning at him as she felt the globes within shift inside tightening skin.  “I’m not so sure what I should be chewing on, Sam.  You seem to be having me quite a...oh, sweet poison...” she hissed as his finger slid within her.  She would have asked how many fingers he intended to fuck her with, but his mouth came down on hers and she was more than ready to kiss him.  She did enjoy kissing him...and touching him.<br/><br/>Their arms jockeyed for position, but she kept up her rubbing as he finger fucked her.  Her toes searched for purchase on the floor and she swung her hips to meet his touch, moaning into his mouth as he played her like a mandolin.<br/><br/>“Oh, Sam...god...it feels so good,” she grunted, easing back from his kiss, resting her forehead on his from her higher position on his lap.  “Yes, Sam...Please...oh, please, do...however you want me, Sam....please, take me...”  It seemed her simple admission to herself that she was willing to let this man do as he pleased, gave Irene permission to come once more as his nimble fingers worked her, she fucked him back, her hand on his cock moistened by her juices as she jerked her hips against her hand.  She clenched a fistful of shirt, her entire body going stiff with the intensity of the orgasm.<br/><br/>Irene brought her mouth to Sam’s ear.  “Careful, Mr. Markham; I may not let you go come sunup,” she said, before kissing and sucking his neck, marking him on his shoulder as an aftershock rattled through her and she clenched her jaws, her teeth just happening to be nipping his skin.<br/><br/>“Oh, Sam, no blood...but...you might be bruised,” she said, licking the spot, trying to smooth out the teeth marks with her tongue and giving up as the desire to kiss him returned and she moved her mouth to his once more.<br/>