I knew she was letting him have some action, the way they kissed when he picked her up, and how he grabbed her ass. More often than not she would ge... home in the morning. He stayed at a motel on the edge of town that had a reputation for being discrete. But when she saw him, he was generous, to us both. It was too good to be true. Four months into the relationship, she discovered he was married.At least I got a new video game from the guy. There not much to do in our dusty little. Now, alone in the cells, she cried. If only her mother would come and talk to her, so Emily could explain that the evidence was false. But that was never going to happen. The evidence was given correctly and faultlessly, from the prosecution’s point of view, and her defence lawyer had been unable to find fault with it, and had pleaded guilty on her behalf.No appeal would be heard, Emily knew this, and knew what her fate would be. She didn’t need the court Justice to read out the sentence, she. Hypoxia was setting in and her brain, starved of oxygen, began to struggle to make sense of what was happening.After a few minutes of me stroking her cunt and strangling her she began to whimper and lift her pelvis to meet my thrusts. Maybe she was halucinating fucking her husband, or maybe getting strangled was triggering some submissive impulse buried deep inside her, or maybe it was a defense mechanism.I kept pounding her cunt, and tightening my grip on her neck. Her eyes were bulging,. One wall had a ?window? in it, though in reality it was a window frame with a picture of curtains and an exterior fitted into it, lit by a fluorescent light from inside the window to give the illusion of daylight.The centre of the room was taken up by the bed. Anna had never seen a bed as big as this before. It could easily sleep six people, and was draped in a duvet to match the walls. It had six pillows across the top of the bed, and the bed was, it was explained to her, screwed to the wall.