When Wesley came back to take a bath, Harriet gave him a shoulder massage as before.
"I'll go out and get you a bathrobe." Harriet wanted to take the opportunity to go out and change for pajamas. As soon as she got up, Wesley stretched out her hand, and she fell on him in the bathtub.
Harriet climbed his shoulders with both hands.
"We cannot do it these days ..." Harriet pushed him hard. She did not forget the doctor's instructions as she needed to take good care of herself, "I am in my period... "
She knew that Wesley had a slight fetishism. After she said that, he would definitely not touch her.
Sure enough, Wesley seemed to be disappointed a lot. His face was gloomy, and said with displeasure, "I remember that you period comes at the end of the month. It is again with so many days in advance?"
Harriet nodded and stammered, "You know I'm not well, so ..."
"..."
With the man's somber complexion, she got out of the bathroom with her fastest speed.
After Wesley came out of the bath, Harriet wore him the bathrobe and played the women. Finally Wesley was not that mad.
"Wesley, why did you want to go Seattle with me?" Harriet asked the man which she is patting his back, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
For the past two years, she had occasionally accompanied Wesley to attend some receptions.
She thought that this time should also be a reception.
Wesley didn't say anything, but just reached out his hand and pinned the hair on the Harriet's cheek behind her tiny ears. Her pretty face were embedded with a pair of shining eyes.
They had been together for two years.
Her figure became more and more emaciated from the original baby fat. She was obedient and docile, knew what he wanted and never crossed over the line. What an attractive girl!
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