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?"
Timothy slowly closed his eyes, looking like he was waiting to enjoy himself, and mused, "From the top
... to the bottom ..."
"Oh."
Rylee didn't think much 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 back.
She rubs it in earnest.
Shit, Mr. Wheeler's skin was so fair and smooth!
It was bouncy and textured and comfortable to touch!
Rylee rubbed Timothy's back hard, and it took her a long time to realize that it wasn't dirty at all. He
was clean as a whistle.
"Your back is clean with no dirt. I don't feel the need to rub it anymore."
Rylee blew on her fringes.
Timothy reached up and poked Rylee's head with a wet finger, then complained dotingly, "You're trying
to slack off, aren't you?"
"No really! You're really clean!"
Rylee pouted, and her little pink face was charming.
Her body was pressed against the bathtub and because it was full of water, it soaked the cloth on her
breasts, but she was unaware of it.
Timothy took a glance at her breasts.
Good!
Her front was all wet.
Even her bra was showing.
The wet clothes clung to her breasts, and her deep cleavage was surprisingly clear and inviting!
Timothy took a deep, hard breath and moved his body in the water.
Somewhere in his body had propped up.
Rylee just noticed that a bubble suddenly came out high above the water and didn't think much of it.
Timothy looked very impatient, "Rub the front, then."
"Okay."
Rylee stole a glance at Timothy and found him looking surprisingly upset. It seemed she had upset him
by not rubbing his back seriously.
Rylee took a deep breath and pouted, then probed her hands onto Timothy's pecs and rubbed them
hard.
Timothy narrowed his eyes and glanced faintly at the little girl close to him.
Her face was peachy and her little mouth was red and she was blowing sweet, hot air into his face.
She was scratching his skin with her little cat-like paws.
It was as if she was tickling his heart ...
Timothy's voice trailed off, "Down a bit."
"Okay." Rylee was too preoccupied with her job as a back scrubber to think much about it. Since he
told her to go down, she would just do so.
Rylee almost had a nosebleed when she touched his hard abs.
Shit! How athletic he must have been to get his abs so toned that she kept thinking of erotic images as
she touched them!
"Down ...."
Timothy tensed his lower abdomen and breathed a little hard.
He looked at Rylee and gradually narrowed his eyes.
Rylee moved her arms while her breasts just trembled with her movements.
Timothy felt his body was on fire.
Rylee kept thinking about rubbing down and getting her job done as soon as possible.
Crossing his lower abdomen, Rylee continued down.
Her arms were already submerged in the bubble and she could only reach down his lower abdomen.
Suddenly, she felt a very hard object, which was so thick that she couldn't even clutch it in her hand!
"Hiss!" Timothy's whole body suddenly tensed and he drew a deep, hard breath!
"Oh, it's ..."
Rylee 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 object.
Oh, God!
Timothy's penis... was so... huge!
The last time she saw it, she thought it was shocking enough, but now, touching it with her own hands,
she realized that the real size to touch was even more frightening than what she saw.
She tried to pull her hand out of the bubble, but Timothy gripped her wrist.
Timothy's handsome face was so close to hers.
His sexy thin 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 that on purpose, didn't you?"
"Ah? No, no ... I ..." Rylee panicked.
Timothy's face was almost touching Rylee's. He exhaled hot air at Rylee's lips a few millimeters apart,
"Aren't you satisfied with seeing it once and wanting to touch it again?"
"No, it's not! You're the one who asked me to give you a back rub. I'm rubbing your abdomen."
"I told you to rub it, but I didn't tell you to hold it. How did you get a grip where you shouldn't have?
Hmm?"
Rylee was just speechless.
This was tantamount to abducting her into a crime.
Timothy questioned her so casually while his lips wandered against Rylee's skin. He exhaled against
her earlobe, then worked his way down her neck and breathed on her collarbone.
Rylee's whole body went limp.
She was sure that in her last life, she must had been a lustful woman. The slightest flirtation from a
handsome man made her weak and go off into wild flights of fancy.
Rylee had become a simpleton who couldn't talk for a while.
Timothy laughed and flicked his finger on her forehead, and said, "So much for that, you’re doubly
guilty!"
"Huh? No!"
Rylee panicked and tried to stand up to plead for mercy, but the floor was covered in water and she
slipped and fell forward.
With a plop, she plunged into the tub.
"No! Hey! Help!" Rylee, dripping wet, flopped in and screamed.
"Don't move!" Timothy snarled hoarsely, scaring Rylee into shutting her mouth and not daring to move.
Droplets of water slid down Rylee's hair ...
Rylee bit her lip as she looked at Timothy who was leaning back towards her.
Ahhhhhhhh, she was dead! She was actually sitting with her legs parted around Mr. Wheeler's waist!
She was dead!
"I ..."
"I told you not to move!" Timothy's handsome face reddened and he frowned slightly.
Damn it!
She was sitting right on some massive part of him ...
Her slightest movement made him a little uncontrollable.
His lower abdomen was surprisingly hot!
It was like there was lava meandering around his lower abdomen.
She was sitting on top of him in this position, and he was inherently immune to her, so if she wiggled
and moved a little more ... he really wouldn't be able to resist fucking her furiously on the spot.
Timothy took a deep breath and tried hard to adjust his breathing.
"You stupid girl!" Timothy scolded in a low voice.
Rylee pouted and grunted, "I want to move ..."
"No!"
He was horny right now. Did she still want to flirt with him?
Then, his passion would really triumph over his reason.
"But ... I'm uncomfortable. It's hard and pressing against my ..."
No sooner had she finished her words than she noticed that Timothy's face changed abruptly, and it
was too late for her to cover her mouth again.
Timothy suddenly narrowed his eyes and with a stifled gasp, he sat up from the water. Rylee suddenly
saw his naked body and closed her eyes with a scream of terror.
Timothy had both hands on Rylee's back, then pressed right over and pinned Rylee down.
Rylee was heaving in the water.
Her clothes were soaked through.
Timothy felt the flames inside his body, his brain went blank, and he couldn't hold back. He went over
and kissed her wildly on the lips.
Rylee tried to push his body away from her, but suddenly, she was keenly aware that a large hand was
moving over her body, poking up from her waist and up, then clasping one of her breasts directly!
"Mmmm ..." Rylee tried to exclaim in shock but was gagged by his hot tongue, which broke right into
her mouth.
Water splashed everywhere.
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