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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?"

slowly closed his eyes, looking like he was waiting to enjoy himself,

"Oh."

at all. She kneeled on the floor, rolled up her sleeves, and ruffled the water

rubs it

was so fair

was bouncy and textured and comfortable to

to realize that it wasn't dirty at all. He

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

on

and poked Rylee's head with a wet finger, then

really! You're

pouted, and her little pink face was

pressed against the bathtub and because it was full of water, it soaked the cloth on her breasts,

glance

Good!

was all

bra was

to her breasts, and

hard breath and moved his body in

body

high above the water and didn't

impatient,

"Okay."

him looking surprisingly upset. It seemed she had upset

and pouted, then probed her

his eyes and glanced faintly

mouth was red and she

scratching his skin with her little

was as if she was tickling

off, "Down

preoccupied with her job as a back scrubber to think much about it.

a nosebleed when she touched his hard

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

"Down ...."

tensed his lower abdomen and

looked at Rylee and

her arms while her breasts just

body was on

rubbing down and getting her job

his lower abdomen, Rylee continued

bubble and she could only reach

hard object, which was so

Timothy's whole body suddenly tensed and he drew a deep, hard

"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 the

Oh, God!

penis... was

her own hands, she realized that the real size to touch was even more frightening than

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

face was so close to

smile, while his eyes were so deep and captivating that they seemed to suck her in, "You

no ... I ..." Rylee

at Rylee's lips a few millimeters apart, "Aren't you satisfied with seeing it once and wanting to touch

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

to rub it, but I didn't tell you to hold it. How did you

Rylee was just speechless.

abducting her into a