Day Two-Evening<br/><br/>It felt good to be held and to hold someone.  Irene wasn’t one of the girls the men wanted to spend the night with.  Generally it was a quick roll in the sack or an even faster cock-sucking and they were up and out and she was back behind the bar, pulling beers and pouring whisky.  The Saguaro wasn’t a volume-based brothel; if she had a John a day she was doing well.  Of course, it helped that she took care of the bar.<br/><br/>Sam interrupted her thoughts, kissing her back, his mouth on her ear making her shiver slightly.  He wasn’t like her dead husband; Timothy had been all about his own needs and Irene always suspected that he’d met someone before she’d arrived, but he was a man of his word and wouldn’t break their contract.  And, they’d grown to like each other, even if her hard-headedness had caused them to fight more than anything.  Sam didn’t seem to take offense from her words.  He just countered, fighting back subtly.<br/><br/>Another time, another place, Irene mused, resting her head against his throat, her fingers running back and forth across his chest as she leaned a bit to the side.<br/><br/>“You like my mouth,” she repeated, amused.  “You like my lips...both sets...particularly when they’re wrapped around your cock,” she said.<br/><br/>Irene eased back from him as his stomach growled, grinning crookedly.  “I guess you have worked up an appetite,” she said, not sure how to disengage from him, short of a shove.  She moved closer to him, kissed his chin.  “I’ll get you what you want,” she said.  “But, us going down there like this might upset Guinevara and the customers.”  She grinned at the man, unwinding her legs from his and pushing him back by moving herself to the edge of the table.  To put her feet to the ground, she had to part from him and the moist sound of him sliding free, as well as the light touch was enough to make her nipples harden and gooseflesh to run up her arms.<br/><br/>Irene trailed her fingers down his arm and walked carefully to the bath room.  She was a little stiff, but not so bad that she limped.  She dipped a cloth in a bucket of clean water.  She looked back at the doorway and then dipped another cloth.  She gave herself a quick wash, rinsed her cloth and set it over her shoulder to return to Sam and gently wiped his cock clean.  She bent and gave him a kiss low on his belly.  She wanted to do more...  If they started again...  She straightened and looked Sam in the eye, a long look with some heat in it.  Shaking her head slightly, she turned away to get clothes.<br/><br/>“There’s bread in the basket and butter.  Help yourself, Sam.  I won’t be gone long...”<br/><br/>She pulled on a long, full skirt of white cotton, embroidery around the bottom, and its matching blouse.  They were of local design, cool and loose, easy to put on.  She slid her feet into some leather moccasins and went to the door.  “Steak and...beer?” she checked.<br/>