Jack gets in on the action.

Lacy was quivering. Every five seconds or so, Nancy's tongue would find a new spot on her pussy and a full body tremor would take over her. Lacy had hooked up with other girls before, but none of them had Nancy's confidence or expertise. She was totally at the mercy of Jack's assistant.

Jack stood up to get a look at Nancy. The bottom half of her face was dripping wet. "Fuck, that's good. Bro, get a shot of that." He pointed to Nancy.

Lacy was hemmed in on all sides by strangers. If they all treated her as nice as Nancy was, she didn’t think she had any reason to worry. One hand rose from the desk and settled on Jack's chest. It was more firm than she'd expected. He was heavy set, but he was strong. Feeling the delicate, sensual woman devouring her from behind while this slab of muscle was in front of her was playing havoc with her decision making skills. She couldn't. Could she?

Jack didn't wait for her to decide for himself. The sound of his belt buckle hitting the table and then the floor was even louder than the sounds of Nancy's tongue, or the sounds Nancy's tongue **** out of Lacy. He wasn't wearing underwear. That didn't surprise her. There was a big, hulking dick hanging between his legs. So big it shocked her. And with her hand resting against his chest, she found herself biting her lip.

"Go ahead. Have a taste," Jack said, and he pointed his hardening dick in her direction.