The Love of a Duda Employer

What games?

"Of course I will work and deliver the princess, Mel." exclaimed Andre interjected the beautiful secretary's speech. I don't know how many days Meliza will be her secretary. The reason, the beautiful woman will soon be proposed by her lover who comes from France.

Meliza nodded and smiled.

"Then you wait in the car, yeah. While I will be ready first." said Andre later.

"Okay, sir." replied Meliza. "Eh but .. The village girl was not there. Did Mr Andrw hide it?" continued the beautiful secretary who managed to make Andre terjankak shocked and glared at his beautiful secretary.

"Eh, I mean, did Mr. Andre see it? I was with the princess waiting for him earlier." continued Meliza who this time made Andre can breathe a sigh of relief.

"I never noticed it, Mel. And I don't know the village girl where she is." replied Andre with an expression he made as flat as possible.

"But I know where the village girl is. Ha ha ha ha ha." said Andre in his heart.

"Oh, that's it, sir. Yes, if so I will go back down and will invite the princess to wait for you in the car." said Meliza while bowing salute.

"OK," replied Andre briefly. Actually he was very tense and anxious to face a very precarious situation like this.

Without wasting any more time, the handsome widower rushed to close the door and quickly ran to the bathroom.

"Annabelle!" call Andre who looks surprised to see his little nanny is not there.

"Gosh, where did the village girl go." murmured Andre who looked a little bored.

Andre did not know that Rumanah was soaking fragrant foam in the bathub. The village girl looked relaxed and happy soaking herself inside the bathub. For in his house there is nothing like it.

"Annabelle, where are you?" shouted Andre who looked a little panicked.

"Hust, don't yell like that, sir. This is not in the forest." there was the voice of a woman who was no stranger to the handsome widower.

"Well, Annabelle. He's inside apparently. What is that village girl doing? Is he taking a shower?" andre again muttered. Now his legs back he stepped looking for the figure of the babysitter little princess.

"He said not to be noisy, but he himself was noisy. Fuck up!" grunter Rumanah who was busy filling his legs with abundant foam and fragrant smell.

Andre opened his bathroom curtain, a barrier between the toilet with a bathub and shower. Instantly he was wide in shock when he saw the village girl was soaking her body and brandishing her smooth legs upwards. Of course it made the handsome widower drool a little and again wanted to pounce on the village girl.

Glekk!

"Is it over, sir? Mel's mom is gone?" asked Rumanah who this time wrapped his chest using the foam. Of course it makes Andre more overwhelmed and re-engaged.

"It's over!" he answered, stepping his feet.

"Good, I hope Mbak Mel does not put suspicion on you" said Rumanah who looked relaxed in the bathub.

"Hmmm, of course not." replied Andre who was now standing in front of his little nanny. "Annabelle, are you in the shower?" ask the handsome widower.

Rumanah shook her head small. "No" she answered. "I'm just playing foam, sir." continued the village girl.

Andre felt challenged and seemed to want to enter the bathtub with his little nanny. "You're so happy" he said.

"Yes, I'm happy to do it." replied Rumanah.

"What's? You happy? Then let's do it again." exclaimed the handsome widower who is now unbuttoning his shirt one by one.

"Iiish, what do you think? I mean, it's nice to do this bubble bath. Jesus," the village girl continued, blowing on the foam she had in her hand.

"Hmmm, but can I take a dip with you? You have to remember that our game is not finished" said the handsome widower who re-launched his strategy. He even forgot about Meliza and Sandrina who he told to wait in the car.

"What game? We're not playing anything, sir." protested the village girl. "If you want to soak, you just soak," he continued in a style that judges.

Andre rubbed his face. Now his shirt has been taken off. And, now he was about to open his basic pants.

"Eiiits, you don't have to open your pants, Mister." said Rumanah.

"No problem. Just pants, I still use **********, Annabelle." refuted the handsome widower who suddenly pubescent after seeing the whole body of the village girl.

Rumanah rolled her eyes. "All right" he said.

Andre smiled happily, the handsome widower took off his trousers and now lives********** attached to his body. Covering the penned mister that can't seem to be said to be small.

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