No one had seen or heard her fall in, and indeed, her husband had somehow missed her absence until after they got to shore. She was just gone. She tho...ght about Olivier. They’d been taking “lunch” for about eight months now. It was a convenient thing, mostly: They were both attracted to each other but totally uninterested in anything like a relationship.After all, he was the boss. That made it all easy. He was the opposite of Alan that way: If she gave Alan a fraction of a chance he’d probably. The feeling of the lace on my cock as I walked almost had me cumming before I even reached my room. I stripped off my boxers and lay back on the bed, the lacy panties wrapped around my cock, and began wanking into them. I was so turned on that it wasn't long before my cock erupted into them, covering the crotch, the crotch that had covered her wet cunt, with my hot creamy cum.Relieved of my tension, I got dressed and returned the panties to the bathroom and went to the kitchen for breakfast. As. I walked with some haste towards a row of derelict houses which were due for demolition. There were no longer any street lights in that area. I had a choice of nine properties, I chose house fourteen which was Richards age. I was cautious as I entered the place. It was cold and silent. I soon found my way down the stairs into the cellar.The smell was pretty awful, I think it had been used as a toilet by tramps perhaps. I was on fire thanks to that bad man Michael. My pretty dress was soon on. Jacqui didn’t say much, just cried and held me forcefully, I could tell she was scared shitless. Shifting her to a fireman-style I carried her for close to a half-mile or so back to the blue house. By the time I got there I was worn out and thirsty. All that salt water parched me, my throat was hoarse and scratchy. Amelia looked surprised to see me pounding at the door looking like a drenched rat with Jacqui tossed over my shoulder. Seeing Jacqui shivering and bawling uncontrollably, she.