Even though she knew he was trying to mess with her, she would have to control her rage in those circumstances. On top of that, she could not express what she truly felt either.
Sandra knew that if she were honest about only agreeing because she was trying to help Ronny, that man might just ask for even more.
So, she would just have to hold back.
Darryl backed down immediately. Since Sandra had said that, he smiled and nodded. "Well, since you are so kind to insist, Miss Swanson, I won't say no."
As he spoke, he sat pompously on his chair, getting into a more comfortable position.
Sandra did not bother wasting any more words either. She hurried to stand behind Darryl, biting her lip as she stretched a hand to begin slowly rubbing behind his neck.
Whew!
Sensing the strength from her slender fingers, Darryl closed his eyes in contentment as he let out a breath.
That felt amazing.
What made him feel better was that Sandra was just like Gigi, whom he had just met as well. Both arrogant, headstrong women, who were often as frigid as ice, suddenly displayed their softer sides.
Chances like that were rare. It was important that he enjoyed them.
Darryl began to grow restless after a while. He put his legs up, a leisurely expression on his face as he said, "Ah, it seems like Miss Swanson is not only beautiful but also has a kind heart. What nice techniques you have! My legs are a little sore too. If you could, please give them a rub as well."
'Alright!'
Sandra's face was red as a tomato, her chest thudding as she could not say no. She called out gently in response, kneeling in front of Darryl and beginning to rub his legs.
Whew…
The second Sandra knelt, Darryl had a perfect view of her pale skin, making his vision hazy with delight.
'Damn, Sandra is truly a sexy lady.'
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