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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

"Oh."

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

rubs it in

Mr. Wheeler's skin was

bouncy and textured and comfortable to

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

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

blew on her

a wet finger, then complained dotingly,

You're

pouted, and her little

was full of water,

a glance

Good!

was

bra

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

took a deep, hard breath and moved his body

in his body had

that a bubble suddenly came out high above

looked very impatient, "Rub the front,

"Okay."

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

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

eyes and glanced faintly at the

red and she was blowing sweet, hot air into

skin with her little cat-like

if she was tickling

off,

Rylee was too preoccupied with her job as a back scrubber to think much

nosebleed when she touched his hard

athletic he must have been to get his abs so toned that she kept

"Down ...."

tensed his lower abdomen and breathed a

at Rylee and gradually

moved her arms while her

body was on

getting her

his lower abdomen,

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

a very hard object, which was so thick that she couldn't

suddenly tensed and he

"Oh, it's ..."

eyes. She was dumbfounded for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on, squealed, and hurriedly

Oh, God!

penis... was

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

out of the bubble, but Timothy gripped her

handsome face was so

lips were gently curled up in a wry smile, while his eyes were so deep and captivating that they seemed to suck her in, "You did

No, no ... I ..."

touching Rylee's. He exhaled hot air at Rylee's lips a few millimeters apart, "Aren't you satisfied with seeing it

one who asked me to give

I didn't tell you to hold it.

Rylee was just speechless.

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