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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?"

waiting to enjoy himself,

"Oh."

sleeves, and ruffled the water to wash her hands first before she just put her hands on Timothy's

rubs it in

Wheeler's skin was

and textured and

took her a long time to realize that it wasn't dirty at all. He was

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

on

finger, then complained dotingly, "You're

You're

and her little pink face was

pressed against the bathtub and because it was full of water, it

took a glance at her

Good!

front was

her bra was

wet clothes clung to her breasts, and her deep cleavage was

a deep, hard breath and moved

his body

high above the

very impatient,

"Okay."

glance at Timothy and found him looking surprisingly upset. It seemed she had

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

glanced faintly at

peachy and her little mouth was red and she was blowing sweet, hot air

scratching his skin

she

trailed off,

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

nosebleed when she touched his

been to get his abs so toned that she kept

"Down ...."

abdomen and breathed a little

and

her breasts just

body

about rubbing down and getting

his lower abdomen, Rylee

were already submerged in the bubble and she could only reach down

which was so thick that she couldn't even clutch it in

and he

"Oh, it's ..."

turned to look at Timothy's face with her big, pure eyes. She was dumbfounded for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on, squealed, and hurriedly let go of

Oh, God!

was

enough, but now, touching it with her own hands, she realized that the real size to touch was even more frightening than

hand out of the bubble, but Timothy gripped her

face was so close to

thin lips were gently curled up in a wry smile, while his eyes were so deep and captivating that they seemed to suck

... I

face was almost touching Rylee's. He exhaled hot air at Rylee's lips a few millimeters apart, "Aren't you satisfied with seeing it once and wanting to touch it

You're the one who asked me to give you a

rub it, but I didn't tell you to hold it. How did you get a grip where you

Rylee was just speechless.

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