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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?"

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

"Oh."

of it at all. She kneeled on the floor, rolled up her sleeves, and ruffled the water to wash her hands first before she just put her hands on Timothy's

it

was so fair

bouncy and textured and

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

I

on her

finger, then complained dotingly, "You're trying

really! You're

little pink

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

a glance at her

Good!

front was

her bra

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

took a deep, hard breath and moved his body in the

his body

a bubble suddenly came out high above the water and didn't think much of

very impatient, "Rub

"Okay."

and found him looking surprisingly upset. It

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

glanced faintly at the little girl close

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

scratching his skin with her

if she was tickling his heart

voice trailed off, "Down

back scrubber to think much about it. Since he told her to

when she touched his hard

so toned that she kept thinking of erotic images as

"Down ...."

abdomen

looked at Rylee and gradually narrowed

while her breasts just

his body was

kept thinking about rubbing down and getting her

his lower abdomen, Rylee continued

in the bubble and she could only reach down his lower

felt a very hard object, which was so thick that she

Timothy's whole body suddenly tensed and he

"Oh, it's ..."

look at Timothy's face with her big, pure eyes. She was dumbfounded for a moment, then suddenly realized what was

Oh, God!

penis... was

touching 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,

was so close to

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

... I ..."

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

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

to hold it. How did

Rylee was just speechless.

abducting her