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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?"

eyes, looking like he was waiting to enjoy himself, and mused, "From

"Oh."

rolled up her sleeves, and ruffled the

it in

was so fair and

bouncy and textured and comfortable to

her a long time to realize that it

with no dirt. I don't feel the

on

Rylee's head with a wet finger, then complained dotingly, "You're trying

You're

pouted, and her little pink face

it was full of water, it soaked

a glance at

Good!

front was all

her bra was

wet clothes clung to her breasts, and her deep

deep, hard breath and moved

in his body had propped

came out high above the water and

looked very impatient, "Rub the

"Okay."

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

probed her hands onto Timothy's pecs and rubbed them

narrowed his eyes and glanced faintly at the little girl close to

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

was scratching his skin

she was tickling his heart

trailed off,

Rylee was too preoccupied with her job as a back scrubber to think much about it. Since he told her to go down, she

when she

abs so toned that she kept thinking of erotic

"Down ...."

abdomen and

and gradually

arms while her breasts just trembled with her

his body was on

getting her job done

abdomen, Rylee

submerged in the bubble and she could only reach down

was so thick that she couldn't even

and he drew a

"Oh, it's ..."

was dumbfounded for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on, squealed, and hurriedly let go of the

Oh, God!

penis... was

it with her own hands, she realized that the real size to touch was even more

tried to pull her hand out of the bubble, but

was so

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

No, no ...

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

not! You're the one who asked me to give you a

tell you to hold it. How did you get a grip where you shouldn't

Rylee was just speechless.

tantamount to abducting her into a