‘Hah!’ he laughed. ‘Looks like you’re going to have to go rescue them!’ My eyes widened. ‘Me? You’re the gentleman!’ I squealed. It w...s then he lunged for me. Grabbing me, and holding me in a fireman’s lift, he looked cheekily into my eyes. ‘Trust me?’ he questioned. I hesitated. ‘Theoretically?’ I was shaking with anticipation. ‘Then hold your breath!’ he shouted, and with that, he jumped right into the freezing lake, still clutching me in his arms. Spluttering, we rose to the surface. Giving. At the top of the giant stairwell to the mainfloor of the mansion, just off to the right, there always stood a red vasewith fake flowers. It was missing. Andrea walked swiftly but silentlyover. She couldn't see the vase anywhere nearby, but there was a splatterof something around the podium."Is that..." she said to herself, finding her fingers tangling in thestrands. "Webbing?"More lightning flashed, revealing the shards of the missing vasescattered, broken, down the mansion stairs. Andrea. ”The nasty man freed her hand, so she could move it the way he wanted, “Come on, jerk my cock off. Jerk it slowly.”Charisma followed the order, reluctantly: Dave’s cock hardened a little as she took it in her hand.She kept moving slow, he liked that, a lot.“That’s it. Yes. That’s what a good wife does. Keep going…”Like he was forgetting there was a third person in the room, he kissed his wife on the neck. She hadn’t felt goosebumps like those for the longest time, anger was wrestling with. He is taking advantage of her sweet disposition and forgiving nature to cheat her, to betray her.But you can't tell that to Moira. She is the trusting sort. She cannot think badly of anyone.And now this sweet thing, this paragon of innocence and virtue, finds herself in the middle of a mad passionate relationship that can only be leading in one direction.We've fought it. Regardless of what her husband is doing, Moira has wanted to remain true to her vows. I've honored her feelings, knowing that.