HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Second round

"You happy?" asked Mr. Arga while looking at me standing by the bed.

"Happy why?"

"Don't pretend you don't know! Get ready quickly, papa is waiting for us downstairs," he said as he walked into the bathroom.

Finally, this morning the three of us exercised in the morning by running around the luxurious residential complex where Mr. Arga lived, if not for papa, then, maybe this morning I have been a delicious meal for Mr. Arga on the bed, fortunately my father-in-law saved me from the tiger this morning.

My father and I ran around chatting, talking about my favorite food, papa's hobby, even favorite places frequented by my father-in-law.

I am glad to hear it. Mr. Arga was running in front of us while wearing a headset connected to his smartphone.

After a long time we roamed around, finally with a breath of breath papa asked us to stop for a moment to rest.

"Papa is very happy, finally papa has a new family member," said papa to me.

"Sabrina was also happy to have such a good father-in-law to Sabrina." I smiled looking at the wrinkled man before me, while Mr. Arga was still bending his body, his knees to relax the muscles.

"Later in the afternoon we swim, Yes. It's been a long time papa did not swim, because at home papa there has no friends," said papa.

"Huh, swimming?" Hearing those words alone gave me goosebumps.

"What's up, son?" ask papa looking at me in wonder.

"She can't swim, Pa" said Mr. Arga, sitting down to get mineral water beside me.

"really? why don't you teach her to swim, Ga?"

"He won't," replied Mr. Arga while glancing at me.

Whahuh? you liar!

I'd love to be able to swim, too, but the events of that time scared me and traumatized me, it's all you, sir. Do not turn the facts around.

"Later Arga will teach you to swim, Sabrina. Back when he was in elementary school, he was already a swimming athlete" said papa with a proud smile.

"Well, really? must be funny, yeah." I smile at Mr. Arga in childhood.

"What's so funny?" Mr. Arga glanced sharply at me.

"Yes funny, still a child has become a swimmer, must be a funny style," I replied, because there is a papa next to me, I am not afraid that Mr. Arga nagged or punished me.

"Do you want to know what's funnier?" He asked while smiling sideways.

"What?"

"Udah big but sok-sok'an can swim all swimsuit, in the end kelelelep (sunk). That's what's called funny!"

"Huh, basic!" I hit her shoulder hard.

"You're a girl, why so rude?" he said glanced at me cynically.

"What hurts?"

"It hurts!"

"Well, lackey, just in the middle of a little bit of pain," I sneered back at him.

He with a flushed face immediately got up and walked away leaving me and papa. While papa who listened to our babble only held a smile, maybe papa thought we were a strange married couple.

Finally we finished our break and caught up with Mr. Arga who was already running small far ahead of us.

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After the body had been soaked by the sweat of real sports, the three of us returned home. I followed Mr. Arga to enter the room, while papa chose to sit for a while in the front yard garden.

"Sabrina," said Mr. Arga as I was about to enter the bathroom.

"What else is it?" reply cuek.

"Why are you being such a bitch to me?"

"Well, now what do you want?" I asked while turning to look at him.

"Of course, if I go into the bathroom with a towel, do you think I'm going to sleep?" I knit my eyebrows together, the look on Mr. Arga's face was already seen to dislike the answer I gave.

"Don't say much!" he said while approaching me.

With a sudden movement he immediately grabbed my body in his arms, then rolled me towards the bed while linking his lips to mine.

Why do you like it so suddenly like this anyway, I'm not even ready.

He dropped my body on the bed slowly, while gently biting my lower lip.

I began to rebel to break away, I thought with papa's invitation to exercise this morning will undo the intention of Mr. Arga eating me this morning, but it turned out that it was all just delaying his desire.

She did not care about both of my hands pushing her chest away, her eyes still closed sipping on my lips mercilessly. He kept doing it until I gave up trying.

After she realized I was starting to resign, she started her naughty habit of walking down my neck. Both of his hands grabbed the bottom of the shirt and tried to remove the cloth from my body.

She no longer cared about my already sticky and sweaty body, she enjoyed it.

"Can we do it after I shower?" I asked while grabbing her hair.

"No, I'm not that patient," he replied, then took another soft sip of my lips.

Finally we did the second round sport with a different version, the sweat that has soaked our bodies is now no longer wet, but has flooded everywhere.

"Finish, Sir. We must come down for breakfast, before papa comes calling," I asked, for I was tired enough to serve him for an hour without pause, even if my body was not a creation of God, must have been crushed to pieces for him.

"Don't rush me, '" he answered, still reluctant to complete his mission.

"But--," my words stopped, the sound of knocking on the door startled us.

"I told you," I continued.

"Damn! who's coming to disturb," the screech is upset.

"Let's just say it, must be standing in front of the door papa." I assure you, because Mr. Arga still does not want to move from his position.

"All right, all right, whatever you want!"

Finally Mr. Arga gave up and finished our follow-up session, I rushed to the bathroom to clean myself up, while Mr. Arga again picked up all the clothes scattered in any place to avoid papa thinking yes.

Hopefully, who knocked on the door was papa, otherwise, Mr. Arga must be angry because someone dared to make him miss the best moment of his breakfast session in the morning.

After taking a bath, I found Mr. Arga laying his body on the bed while his eyes closed. I tiptoed slowly towards the changing room so as not to wake her up, I let her rest for a while, surely she was very tired from working so hard this morning.

"Saa" he said slowly, as I tried not to be seen by him, but it seemed that the man had magical vision to the point of feeling my presence with both eyes closed.

"Yes." Yeah." I stopped my intention to open the locker room door.

"Prepare for warm water, I'll take a shower."

I immediately turned back to the bathroom and filled the bath up for her.

Just turn the faucet like this you're still telling me, and then your hand is what it's for, sir. Is it really the function of your hand just to fumble my body?

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