Then I'll recline and you'll have to bend over and lick me to orgasm, so you can enjoy the hook sliding deeper and deeper inside you. Perhaps I should...flog that delicious ass a bit, to encourage greater efforts from your mouth.Then I will attend to your greatest need. What do you choose? The hook out or your pussy attended to? Perhaps you'd like me to throw you over the back of the couch, ball-gag your mouth, and use my strap-on in your gushing pussy. Choose wisely because your relief is. '' I told Angel.She nodded her head but kept her eyes on the laptop screen, ''I wanted to reach down your pants and grab your cock, to do what they did, but we both just stood there staring before going back to my room and pretending as though nothing happened.'' she told me.I thought for a moment, feeling as though I should share a memory too. ''Do you remember sneaking into Dad's office, and hiding under his desk?'' I asked.Her eyes darted to mine and narrowed, ''You were wearing your Power. Having disposed of that momentary distraction, I looked about for something else to occupy my mind. The mental isolation enforced by the incessant drone of the engine seemed to be sending me into a sort of sensory-deprivation funk. I had already begun to question my sanity and we hadn't been in the air that long.The only other occupant of the compartment was Evan Cochran, a member of the Sigma Seven unit and our regular babysitter. 'Minder' was the official term for it. It meant his job was to. There were about a million French people vacationing around them it seemed, but the beach was a dream of white sand and shallow water.On the next morning they took their towels and a small cooler with sodas and headed for the beach. There was a lot of casual nudity. Children ran naked as a rule and very few women wore tops or one piece suits. A sizable part of the sunbathers went completely nude. The four friends laid out their beach towels and looked at each other.“When in Rome...” Lucy.