Young Master Arogan

Punishing Mr. Li

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Agra walked calmly into the room. Staring at the wife was standing enjoying the night view on the balcony, standing back to her back so that Delia did not realize the presence of the husband who was paying attention and staring longingly at her . He slowly approached Delia, hugging her affectionately. Smells the neck of the wife. " Mas.." A warm feeling surrounded Delia's body as Agra's sturdy arm tightened the embrace. Her hair and evening dress fluttered in rhythm. Heartbeats raced, feeling an intoxicating touch from the expert hands of her husband. " Have you eaten…?" Agra asked unfocused. His hands were busy groping enthusiastically. " Sud.. ahh.." Her sigh was restrained when Agra revealed the lower dress and tickled with certainty.

"The gas stops.it's under there's a bodyguard." Delia stretched out Agra's embrace, taking a quick glance at the few guards who were going back and forth fulfilling the obligation without caring about the beautiful scenery on the balcony of their young master's room. More precisely trying to be indifferent even though the point of the eye steals the view. He turned his body to face the husband. " I'm ashamed dear." Delia whispered softly right beside Agra's ear. "That means.." He said restrained. "If you're in that bed.. You won't mind?" Without approval he lifts Delia's body. Accompanied by mutual condolences between his steps towards the contest. His delicate hands channeled a surge of unbearable feeling that tickled the soul. Agra with his heart laid his wife's body on the throne of the two, removing one rope of the wife's evening dress with a single pull.

Shoulders as white as milk that plastered real can not be wasted. The focus was split when watching a cctv featuring Delia wearing a floral one-string home dress while cooking. My**** wife. Tomorrow he will throw away all the clothes that feature the neckline of Delia's level, telling Alex to buy a more closed shirt. He does not want his woman to be the source of other men's fantasies. Sure oes. Even if only in mere wishful thinking, he will not let his woman be harassed. Not at all. Now is the time he will not miss the appetizer that will be full of camba from now on.

His forehead began to dew as his spirit was getting pumped up. The spoiled des*han coming out of his wife's lips made him even more crazy. " Mas..I don't know.." The sentence was interrupted when Agra took him flying towards nirvana. Complete the tickling feeling in the core until the body full of sweat screeching under the confinement of Agra. "Sure baby... ladies first.." Agra growled full. Grabbing the rotting fruit, carrying it in a second hand. Pas, full also makes him more racing to find a sense that confines it. The day did not release his wife. Even at night he was increasingly crazy to be near women who were pregnant with future successors of the Wijaya family.

"Rest. I'm going to see Mr. Li for a bit." The pump then goes by after grabbing the blanket up to his wife's neck, stepping away to the bathroom to clean up.

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"Tomorrow does not need to come to the mansion until you understand the fatal mistake that I can no longer tolerate. Don't come back until my anger subsides." Agra stared intently at Mr. Li who looked down deeply not refuting Agra's anger.

The old man knew his mistake. He let one of the waiters presumptuously and deliberately store instant food in a special refrigerator for the boss. So that her young mistress cooked and ate it in silence. But inadvertently Mr. Li found waste from the instant noodle wrapper that Delia dumped in the bottom trash and deliberately stacked it with other garbage so that Mr. Li did not find instant noodle wrappers those. You are not yet adept at fooling the enemies of the young mistress. Mr. Li immediately checked the cctv footage as soon as he found something hidden by his young mistress. He also associated with the suspicious behavior of the young mistress when she met in front of the elevator door.

Every day there would be special officers coming in the morning and evening to pick up the trash in the mansion before it was completely full. Some of the bins available in the main kitchen will be taken even if only half filled. It was a rule that Mr. Li had made since the first time he was appointed as the butler in the mansion on the orders of the great mistress and master. The general reason is that he does not want the garbage that fills his place into a nest of flies and other insects to breed. That's so gross. For that reason he also found something that stuck in his heart when he found out Delia was lying to him. So that he is ready for the consequences that will be obtained. Anger, Mr. Agra.

"Darling.." Agra raised her head in search of the source of the voice. From the crack of the workroom door that opened a little Delia popped her head. The woman circulated a look looking for Agra's whereabouts. After opening the door wider and wider and into the spacious work space. The room contained a large shelf behind the desk of Agra and his papa, there was also a thick book that was tempting for the great readers.

"Mas... is still a long time…?" Delia with a fresh look stood in front of Agra's desk which contained many piles of important company files. She was wearing a light blue knee-length dress, her hair was tied so original that she displayed her milky-white neck. "I want nemenin.. can you?" Agra did not answer. He approached Delia. Grabbing the hand of his wife brought him back to sit in his great chair. Stare and hug him. "You deliberately teased me again…?" The smell of vanilla emanating from Delia's body made her desire burn without time. So that he could not bear to immediately reward the voluptuous white neck with a ownership stamp . " Why take a shower? I told you to rest." His mouth spoke as he continued to insult his wife. Smells the face and hair many times until Delia kegelian.

"Gerah mas.." Delia replied with both hands holding Agra's head. Holding back so as not to continue to judge him. " Well, I want a salad made by Mr. Li. I'm going to the kitchen. Later here again. eat while nemenin mas Agra work." Delia was about to step away leaving Agra holding her back while her sturdy finger typed nimbly on the keyboard on the table.

" Where are you going." His sturdy arms held Delia back from standing up and remained on the lap. "Sir Li is being punished for a while. Until I let him go back to work. Until then Mr. Li will return to the mansion." Agra replied calmly without a guilty expression.

"Huh???"

"You should know, baby, why Mr. Li should I punish." Delia frowned confusedly digesting Agra's statement.

" Huh?? What does this have to do with me? I just found out that Mr. Li is being punished by you."

"You sure you want to know what's wrong…?!" Agra displays a video on a laptop screen, which is about twenty minutes long. The video was a cctv recording as Delia cooked the instant noodles and enjoyed them really thoroughly after cooking.

"You dodging…?" His forehead is crinkling deep.

"Please don't punish Mr. Li. He's not wrong what. Just punish me. Please.." He whines spoiled. Sheathed both hands on Agra's sturdy neck. Maximum appeal he launched.

" Know your mistake hem…?" While occasionally his hand squeezes a dense fruit that is puffed and sticks warmly on the chest of his field.

"Ehmm. Yes know mas" He bit his lip. Feel the tickling gelenyar that appears due to the hands of the husband's ignorant.

"I'm sorry. mas. but I would like to eat noodles. Only once kog suerrr." He tried to convince Agra. Raise hands and form fingers like the letter V.

"You know it. If food is a danger to you and our future child?" His firm hands felt his wife's flat stomach slightly tight. "Don't repeat it.." Where could Agra punish his spoiled cute wife. "You should make amends, dear.." Agra brought the face to Delia's ears. Smacking the weakness of the wife who began to sound little leng*han from her open mouth. Not wasting the opportunity that comes. Agra has completely absorbed. Suggest voracious*p and *****full vilifying lips.

His brain has been overcome by a desire that never recedes every time with the wife. The handsome, sturdy man carried the body of the wife. Take him to the contest of both. Passing through a spacious room that is still quiet, because mom and dad have not returned. The servants will return to the pavilion if the night begins to come.

He walked without letting go of the relationship with his wife. Take the elevator to the throne. Once until. Agra slowly laid Delia's body on their bed. Remove and discard the original shirt he was wearing. Confine the wife. "As a form of your apology. I want you to spoil me dear.." He immediately turned to lying next to Delia.

Then the long night happened again…

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