There was something about being the giver, Irene mused as she watched Sam.  He so fully enjoyed what she did that she was looking for new things to do to him...with him.  And, she so enjoyed what she was doing that she could feel her own arousal, smell it even.  Sam stopped being a job, probably the second he invited her into the bath.  Whether or not he knew it, she hadn’t admitted it even to herself until supper.<br/><br/>She’d been right about him being dangerous.  But, she could be dangerous, too.  Her husband hadn’t liked that about her, had wanted someone more submissive.  He’d tried to break her and it hadn’t worked.  He hadn’t been physically violent, he just was loud, yelling louder if she argued.  And, when she wouldn’t back down, he’d leave.  Irene had never known if or when he’d come back.<br/><br/>Already she knew Sam wasn’t like that.<br/><br/>Irene rubbed Sam’s thigh, up and down as his cock slid in and out of her mouth, his hand on her head.  She wanted to rub his hand as a cat might and the comparison to what she’d thought earlier, that he’d been making fun of her being the “cat” in the “cathouse” amused her.<br/><br/>When he came, she was surprised, gasped and then choked and then laughed as she directed him to her chest.<br/><br/>Irene swallowed, caught her breath and laughed some more.  “I’m sorry, Sam, I was...I was enjoying myself...I didn’t realize it was time,” she said.  “After everything you’ve unloaded, I never expected this,” she said, standing up, wiping her chin on the back of her wrist and running her hands up his chest to his shoulders.<br/><br/>He was a tall one, indeed, Irene mused, kissing his chest once more.  She kissed the hollow of his throat, unable to reach higher unassisted.  She’d jump up and wrap her legs around him if she wasn’t afraid his legs might be a bit weak.  He was strong, though.<br/><br/>Smiling, pleased, Irene then realized that she’d pressed his cum onto his chest.  She looked down at the strands connecting them and laughed again.<br/><br/>“I say a bath is definitely in order, Sam...  Do you want me to help you?” she teased, an eyebrow quirking at him as she moved a step or two towards the doorway.<br/>