Cora looked over her shoulder at Lucien. “All right, you’ve got a deal.”

“Excellent! Now, don’t be shy.” He tugged the neck of her blouse, and she gasped as her tits bounced free. Lucien gave them a squeeze and brushed his knuckles over her stiffening nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure right down to her quim. Then he nudged her from his lap. “Off with your knickers, lass, and we’ll get down to business.”

Cora wrestled with her skirts and petticoats until she could kick the knickers to one side. Then she sat back down, keeping the skirts raised in back so she could plant her bare arse on his lap. She felt his cock stir underneath his trousers.

Lucien patted her thigh. “Go on, open wide.”

He stroked her nipples again, flicking his thumbnails over them, and she couldn’t help but squirm. Cora looked at the other men. Their stares made her heat up from head to toe, especially when she saw Briggs sporting a lump in his trousers. Cora parted her legs and draped them on either side of Lucien’s.

“Good girl,” he murmured, then raised his voice so the others could hear. “Watch carefully, lads. See how hard these are?” He rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making her wiggle with arousal. “That’s a good sign. Means she’s enjoying herself. Start with a light touch, then give them a little pinch, like this.”

Mercy, but that felt good. Cora tipped her head back on his shoulder and moaned. His cock-stand dug into her behind, but he gave no sign of being distracted by it. Wanting a reaction, she rocked her hips, rubbing against him until he muttered, “Be still, bobtail, I’m trying to concentrate.”

She grinned, but did as she was told. Lucien pinched and teased her nipples as he continued. “Normally I’d give them a suck and a nibble, but I want you to be able to see what I’m doing. You don’t mind, do you, Cora?”

“Not a bit, milord.” She arched her back, breathing faster, now.