He was an older guy, maybe mid-thirties. Good-looking, in a rugged sort of way. My cheeks burned, and I turned to leave.“That was nice,” he called... his voice deep and demure, “a little solo action in the woods?”So it seemed he hadn’t seen Paul, just me alone. Something about that, and the casual tone of his voice, instilled me with some confidence. I squared my shoulders and looked back at him, my cheeks still flushed.“Care to join me?” He pulled his hands out of his pocket, and I couldn’t help. 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, wide and staring, her mouth was open but no sound was coming out, her body stiffened.Then, her pussy began a. "Janey was doing some Head Time and had an orgasm." But you helped, didn't you?"Huh? No, not really. I didn't touch her at all." No. 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,. I knew he liked that, he loved blonde hair. I felt his cock pulsating in my throat and his balls tightening, getting ready to shoot his load. He moaned loudly and flipped me over on my back. He stared at my body, in awe. My small, perky tits accentuated with pink nipples, my hips which curved slightly , my flat untouched stomach which had a very light trail of baby hair from my belly button to my pussy.He grabbed my tits roughly and began biting my nipples, I responded by wrapping my long, lean.