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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,

"Oh."

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

it in

Mr. Wheeler's skin was

was bouncy and textured and

took her a long time to realize that it wasn't dirty at

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

on her

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

really! You're really

pouted, and her little

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

took a glance at her

Good!

front was all

her bra was

her breasts, and her deep cleavage was

a deep, hard breath and moved his

body had propped

came out high above

very impatient, "Rub the front,

"Okay."

upset. It seemed she

deep breath and pouted, then probed her hands onto

eyes and glanced faintly at the

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

was scratching his skin with her little

as if she was tickling his

voice trailed off,

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

a nosebleed when

abs so toned that she kept thinking of erotic images

"Down ...."

lower abdomen and

at Rylee and

her breasts

body was

down and getting her job done as soon as

his lower abdomen,

bubble and she could only

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

whole body suddenly tensed and he drew a deep, hard

"Oh, it's ..."

her big, pure eyes. She was dumbfounded for a moment,

Oh, God!

penis... was

was shocking enough, but now, touching it with her own hands, she realized that the real size to touch

to pull her hand out of the bubble, but

was so close

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

No, no ... I

few millimeters

it's not! You're the one who asked me to

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

Rylee was just speechless.

was tantamount to abducting her