She makes a small sacrifice to make her escape.

The kiss of the blue-haired woman was phenomenal. Her body was phenomenal. The feelings of the man's hands on her sensitive areas were electric, but she couldn't stay here. She had to find a way out. The man moved his hands to the shoulders of her shirt and she saw her opportunity.

As the man pulled her shirt off, she used the lack of grip to spring forward, out of her shirt, past the blue haired girl and through the remainder of the orgy. She stepped up and grabbed the key.

As Nicole waited for an opportunity to make her way back through the mass of flesh, she realized for the first time that she was now standing in her underwear in front of a room of thirty people. She began to cover herself, embarrassed by the fact that, despite her best efforts, and the humiliations she had endured to remain clothed as often as possible, she had still lost half her clothing.

However, as she stood there, watching the crowd, she realized that she stood out, not because she was in her underwear, but because she was the only one not fucking. Her purity singled her out, not her nudity. She wondered what it would be like to be able to let go like that, to just strip in front of a group of people and get absolutely demolished in front of strangers. She felt the colour rise to her face as she considered the thought, then **** it out of her mind. She couldn't do that, what would her family think? What about her career? She had never needed these things, and she didn't need them now.

Despite every inch of her body wanting to rejoin the orgy, Nicole **** herself to break eye contact and navigate her way out of the room, which she did without incident.

One key down, three to go.