It was funny to watch them drink down wine. It seemed that Ellen drank two and half bottles of wine to Tina’s one and a half. Guess what? Yes, you g...ess it, Tina was sick all night, complaining that she felt like throwing up.Things didn’t change much for the next couple of months. In mid-February, we took a weeks’ vacation to St Pete’s beach in Florida. We stayed at the Grand Plaza hotel right on the beach. It was supposed to be a recharging our batteries and relationship. The batteries got. She was frightened at the tiny space where she was to be trapped for so long and panic started to rise inside her, threatening to make her scream. As the horror of it began to sink in and her forced bravado in front of Hatchet-Face evaporated, she wanted nothing more than to howl and beat on the door, tearfully begging for mercy. But she knew this was useless. She was here for the next two years at least - probably quite a bit more - and must be brave and, above all, level headed through each. I pull it out and trail it over her chin, down to the hollow of her throat. I bite lightly at her earlobe. " Good," I said pinching her nipple hard, making her cry out. " You want me to make you cum again, don't you?" " Oh...Please," She replied, her voice is between pleading and begging. " Please?" I taunted. " Oh God, yes. Yes Please make me cum. I want your cock so bad..." she let it trail off. She feels my breath heavy on her ear, before I whisper darkly, " You don't get my cock yet. I'm. I mean with your link. You helped," she said accusingly."Oh, yeah, I guess. Is she alright?" I asked, worried now."Alright? God, I should feel so good. I want one of those, too..." As an afterthought she added, " ... if you please, Master."It was the first time I had intentionally helped one of them with an orgasm. This link thing I had seemed to be different, much more powerful than the ones they had and I still had a long way to go in learning to control it.Sally stood watching us for a bit..