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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?"

closed his eyes, looking like he was waiting to enjoy himself, and mused, "From the top ... to

"Oh."

floor, rolled up her sleeves, and

rubs it in

Mr. Wheeler's skin was so

bouncy and textured

long time to realize that it

I don't feel

blew on

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

really! You're

and her little

bathtub and because it was full of water, it soaked the cloth on her breasts, but she

glance at her

Good!

was

bra was

to her breasts, and her deep cleavage was surprisingly clear

breath and moved his

body had propped

that a bubble suddenly came out high above the

impatient, "Rub

"Okay."

at Timothy and found him looking surprisingly upset. It seemed she had upset him by not rubbing his back

took a deep breath and pouted, then probed her hands onto Timothy's pecs

narrowed his eyes and glanced faintly

her little mouth was red and

was scratching his skin with her

if she was tickling

off, "Down a

to think much about it. Since he told

a nosebleed when she

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

"Down ...."

tensed his lower abdomen and breathed

at Rylee and gradually narrowed

while her breasts just trembled with her

felt his body was on

and getting her job done as soon

lower abdomen, Rylee

arms were already submerged in the bubble and she

hard object, which was so thick that she couldn't even clutch it

tensed and he drew a deep, hard

"Oh, it's ..."

Timothy's face with her big, pure eyes. She was dumbfounded for a

Oh, God!

was so...

touching it with her own hands, she realized that the real size to

to pull her hand out of the bubble, but Timothy gripped

face was so close to

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

no ... I ..."

almost touching Rylee's. He exhaled hot air at Rylee's lips a few millimeters apart, "Aren't you satisfied

who asked me to give you a back

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

Rylee was just speechless.

to abducting her into