"I like the Sir part. Well, let's see if it works," he said with a little grin quickly forgetting the traffic.He put his hand in his coat pocket and f...und a little black box. It looked like a simple car remote but it was for something much more interesting. Grabbing his beer from the bar he took a quick glance over and met her eyes. He pressed the little red button and her eyes got wide and she jumped on her bar stool. She even made a little squeak he heard over the noise in the bar. The couple. He stretched, he yawned the satisfied and peaceful yawn of a well fed cat. "What time is it?" Early." I stooped to kiss his chest, his shoulders, his neck. "At least an hour before they let us out," I whispered into his ear, slipping my hand into his jeans. "No 'pants, eh? You dirty boy!" We chuckled at the recollection as I stretched to cup his balls. "I know," he grinned, "I'm such a cock slut!"We kissed tenderly on our cell floor, each tongue exploring a strange new mouth. I could still. Don’t annoy me by repeating things back to back. Listen, you fucking old whore, here in this house, you are my slave, and you will do as I command. Don’t tell me what I need to do, or else I will stab this knife inside your pussy.”She kept calm and said sorry in a sobbing voice. I climbed on her and again started kissing her lips. But now I was choking her neck while kissing. After a few seconds, she was gasping for air, and her eyes were teary. I smiled at her seeing her struggle.She was. Looking back, that might have been a mistake. It led to all kinds of troubles and recrimination, eventually to disastrous consequences to her marriage. The show finished for the day. Helen went to the B&B with her boss, which complicated things a little and meant some frantic text messages asking me to wait and then having to change plans so that we arranged to meet at Victoria Station. Feigning tiredness, Helen retired early, leaving her boss at the bar to go to her room. Carefully, she left.