In her haze of exhaustion and satisfaction, Isabelle saw the maids around her, drenched in her love juices, their expressions a mix of disbelief and fascination.
She was terribly flustered by the sight and wondered how she was ever going to look at their face again, knowing that they once had her love juices dripping down their faces. But more then her embarrassment, she was more concerned if she had blasted her master with her streams of liquids and prayed to God that she didn't make a mess of him.
Her trembling eyes then found Cassius, standing by, completely dry and safe from her sprays, having planed this shower of pleasure with a cunning precision.
And after seeing her young master unscathed, Isabelle let out a sigh of relief, her body slumping back into the chair in utter exhaustion as she passed out after knowing that her master was safe.
Isabelle's head was about to hit the back of the chair in her exhausted slump, but Cassius was quick to react.
