With all the orgasming happening around her Janica's arousal heightened as well. Watching Felix's pole in action and working her fingers now furiously into her wet tunnel she only barely registered the few gropes that occasionally still graced her chest, and after what seemed to take forever and required some frantic movement of hers she also reached something akin to a climax.<br/><br/>The orgasm was softer, quieter than the one before, and a lot less intense. She just tilted her head all the way back, causing her long golden hair hang in the air, and closed her eyes, silently trying her best to enjoy the modicum pleasure she had brought herself. Her fingers kept moving to ride these disappointingly small and short waves a bit longer, but it did not help much. Her own digits were a useful tool for a bit of additional pleasure, but definitely not the core element of a path to ultimate sexual fulfillment. She dropped backwards until her shoulder blades hit the smooth table surface, content to just lie there for a few moments and ponder over her slight frustration. Every girl around her had been fucked good, why could Felix not allow one of the guests to do her? First go, yeah, he was many years too late for that. Quietly, so that her host could barely hear it, she purred with a forced smile "I can see Mylord is quite the entertainer, and I am looking forward to him caring for me as much as he cared for his other guests by replacing my fingers with something more ... fulfilling ... as he had promised."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>