21. WASH HIS HAIR

The water was crystal clear. Thera immersed herself in the water and the beautiful shape was like mermaid. Thera put her hands on her chest: "What do you want to do?" "Have you ever seen someone take a bath in clothes?" "I'll do it myself. I don't need you."

He took her hand and said:" You should feel supreme honor to enjoy my service. You know, how many girls dream of this. "

Thera nodded irritably: "Yes, honor, dream. But I really can't afford it. I should serve you in the shower.

Cyril raised his eyebrows and said, "I agree." Before the beautiful girl reacted, he lifted the only bath towel at once. Thera was instantly ashamed: "Are you a pervert?"

Her wriggled face was soon twisted back by Cyril. Fortunately, he was wearing a pair of underwear. The tall man leaned forward, make her feel a little nervous.

"What, you are not satisfied with my figure?" Thera did not know how to answer.

"Your reaction annoys me." He was very angry and his expression was serious. Thera was stunned. For him, this was his proudest part, representing his dignity and should not be despised.

She put up with her nausea and said, "I'm satisfied." "Tell me why you are satisfied."

"What?" "You don't want a cell phone?" He threatened to say. Thera took a deep breath and held back the urge to hit him: "Your muscles are very strong and beautiful, so I am satisfied. Are you satisfied with what i said? "

Cyril was not satisfied and raised her chin higher. "How do you know, you've compared it?" "What do you mean?" "You've seen the bodies of other men."I'm not!" He stepped into the bathtub and said, "Preferably not, If so, I will make him pay the price. "

The massage bathtub was much smaller than the hot spring pool, so when both of them came in, the bathtub was a little crowded.

Cyril sat down and pulled Thera on his lap, and the two filled the space. "What are you still waiting to do," he pinched her arm, "aren't you going to serve me in the shower?"

"It's crowded here. I'll go out and serve you." Cyril's hand pressed her on the shoulder and stopped her from going out. Thera frowned and said, "you just promised me that as long as I stay in the hot spring pool for an hour, you will let me get in touch with my family."

"That's what I seem to have said." "Give me the phone!" "After taking a bath, I'll give it to you."

Cyril interpreted the term "push luck" incisively and vividly.

She could only continue to follow his orders, picked up a bottle of shampoo, squeezed some in the palm of her hand, made rich foam, and washed his hair.

His hair was chestnut, very beautiful color, hair tail with natural curls, even if had been wet by water, but also beautiful shape.

Thera rubbed his hair impatiently and quickly made Afro, or made jarhead, or made comb-over.

His features were exquisite, no matter what his hair was, as long as he had his face, he was too handsome to be picky.

Even with a bald head, He would be handsome, too. She couldn't figure out why this pervert could be such handsome.