Wolf President Hooks Up

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 top ... to the

"Oh."

rolled up her sleeves, and ruffled the water to wash her hands first before she just put

it in

skin was

textured and comfortable

back hard, and it took her a long time to realize that it wasn't dirty at all.

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

blew on

with a wet finger, then complained dotingly, "You're trying to slack off,

You're

little

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

took a glance at her

Good!

was

bra

and her deep

deep, hard breath and moved his body in the

in his body had propped

came out high

looked very impatient, "Rub the front,

"Okay."

found him looking surprisingly upset. It seemed she had

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

faintly at the little girl close

and her little mouth was red and

scratching his skin with her

she was

voice trailed off,

job as a back scrubber to think much about it. Since

almost had a nosebleed when

get his abs so toned that she kept

"Down ...."

abdomen and breathed

at Rylee and

arms while her breasts

his body was

about rubbing down and getting her job done as

lower abdomen, Rylee

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

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

tensed and he

"Oh, it's ..."

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

Oh, God!

penis... was so...

her own hands, she realized that

of the bubble, but Timothy gripped her

face was so close to

while his eyes were so deep and captivating that they seemed to suck her in, "You did that on purpose, didn't

no ... I ..."

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

to give you a back rub. I'm rubbing your

hold it. How did you get a grip where

Rylee was just speechless.

to abducting her into a