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Rylee muttered in an exasperated whisper, "What a strange man. Why do you have to take a shower during work hours?"

"What did you say?"

"Huh? I didn't say anything."

Rylee looked up at Timothy and waved her hand in denial. Once she saw his muscles, she blushed again.

"So, when you do something wrong, you have to make it right."

"Yes, you are right." Rylee thought it through. She would admit what Timothy said, make a good gesture of admitting her mistake, and never make him angry enough to have her dragged out and dismembered.

"Come here!"

"Yes... what?" Rylee had just moved half a step when she paused in shock and looked at Timothy.

Go over there? Why was he asking her to go over?

"Don't you want to make it up to me?" Timothy pretended to be angry and frowned.

Immediately, Rylee quivered at the look on his face and rubbed her hands together as she said quickly, "No, of course, I want to make it up to you."

But... what was he asking her to go over there for?

"Come here and rub my back for me."

Timothy said lightly, giving Rylee a stern look.

"Huh? Rub your back?" Rylee was stunned. "You wash yourself every day. How can your back be dirty?"

Timothy narrowed his beautiful eyes, and looked fierce, "Don't you want to make it up to me?"

He asked coldly and scared Rylee straight into a shiver. Without another word, she took a few steps over to the tub, her eyelids fluttering as she said gallantly, "How should I do it!"

Arrrgh! She was about to break down!

Mr. Wheeler's body was vaguely visible beneath the water and the bubbles!

Damn it!

He might as well just show it all clearly, and it kept her guessing what was underneath the bubble.

Timothy looked seductive as he raised his eyes and the corners of his eyes rose gently, "Rub it with your hands. What? You don't want to?"

"I want to! Oh, not really, but gladly. I'd be more than happy to serve you."

Rylee smiled, but the smile was uglier than crying.

She bowed her head and was about to cry.

Was she going to touch Mr. Wheeler's skin with her hands?

What was she afraid of? It was touching his skin, not hers, and she wasn't at a disadvantage anyway.

The thought that this was something that would take great advantage of Timothy immediately made her gloat again.

"Just rubbing it with my hands? Don't you have a towel or something? I can't get rid of the dirty with my hands." Rylee tried to sound professional.

"Do you think I'm like a homeless person with dirty mud all over me?"

Rylee stuck her tongue out.

"So... where should I start rubbing?"

was waiting to enjoy himself, and mused, "From the

"Oh."

at all. She kneeled on the floor, rolled up her sleeves, and ruffled the water to wash her hands first before she just put her hands

it in

Wheeler's skin was

was bouncy and textured and comfortable

her a long time to realize

with no dirt. I don't feel the need to rub

blew on

Rylee's head with a wet finger, then complained dotingly, "You're trying to slack off, aren't

You're really

and her little pink face

water, it soaked the cloth on her breasts,

a glance

Good!

front was all

her bra

breasts, and her deep cleavage was surprisingly

hard breath and moved his

in his body had propped

suddenly came out high

very impatient, "Rub the

"Okay."

upset. It seemed she had upset him by not rubbing his

pouted, then probed her hands onto Timothy's pecs and rubbed

his eyes and glanced faintly at the little girl close to

little mouth was red and she was blowing sweet, hot air into

his skin with her

as if she was tickling his heart

off, "Down a

job as a back scrubber to think much about it. Since he told her to go down, she would

when she touched his hard

have been to get his abs so toned that she kept thinking of erotic images as she touched

"Down ...."

tensed his lower abdomen and breathed

Rylee and gradually narrowed

arms while her breasts just

felt his body was

kept thinking about rubbing down and getting

abdomen,

already submerged in the bubble and she could

a very hard object, which was so

whole body suddenly tensed and he drew a deep, hard

"Oh, it's ..."

to look at Timothy's face with her big, pure eyes. She was dumbfounded for a moment, then suddenly

Oh, God!

was so...

enough, but now, touching it with her own hands, she realized that the real

out of

handsome face was so close

up in a wry smile, while his eyes were so

No, no ...

He exhaled hot air at Rylee's lips a few millimeters apart, "Aren't you satisfied with seeing it once

You're the one who asked me to give

didn't tell you to hold it. How

Rylee was just speechless.

was tantamount to abducting