He took a seat, and lounged back indolently. The other men followed suit. “Take off your clothes.”
Uncomfortable under the scrutiny of her audience, she bit her lip and stared at the floor. Someone snapped their fingers and she obediently looked up. Jocelyn drew in a deep breath, then slowly undid the buttons, deliberately, her eyes lowered and demure. When her blouse was open, she slid the silk from her body and it puddled on the floor behind her. Mr. Steel nodded.
“Good breasts.”
She ran the zipper down and wiggled from her tight skirt. This she did not accomplish as gracefully, and Mr. Stone frowned. He reached under the table and retrieved a switch. He handed it to Mrs. Pru.
Without a word, the woman took the item of punishment and it whistled through the air to land upon
