Lacy opts for a handjob.

Lacy stared down at Jack's cock as he warmed it up in front of her. It was big, way bigger than she had expected. She didn't know dicks like that existed outside of porn. Whenever she tried to come to terms with what Jack had asked her to do, she felt Nancy's nose nudge her again, and she would completely lose her train of thought. She reached back and grabbed Nancy's beautiful black hair. Not to pull her away, but to push her even deeper. She really was just giving it up, wasn’t she?

Her eyes locked onto Jack and his dick, now fully erect. He was smiling and waiting for what she was going to do next. She didn't have the guts to bend herself fully over and suck him off. The animal brain that was in control kept repeating his suggestion, but the human part wasn't on board yet. It was holding her back. Instead, she reached forward and grabbed his dick, stroking it like a motorcycle throttle. It was hot to the touch and jumped when she ran her hand up and down it. Fuck, it felt good. Just holding it made her eyes roll back into her head again. Was she this slutty?

She had always liked sex, but she'd never been so **** that just jerking a guy off made her so hungry. Jack was thrusting into the palm of her hand. Somehow, his dick was still getting bigger. She could barely wrap her fingers around the entire thing. Jack grabbed her by the wrist. Pretty pointless. It wasn’t like she could pull herself away, now. But the motion excited her. She realized then that she had formed a big long chain with her body in the middle of it, and Jack and Nancy at either end. And while she had been thinking they were in control, she also realized now that it was her hands that had reached for his cock and that held Nancy's head in the perfect place to satisfy her.

Nancy had told the truth. It really was all about what Lacy wanted. That thought made her so weak in the knees that she fell forward onto Jack's desk.