Jon had to escape, but where could he go? There was a whole crowd of people out there. The only way he could get out of the house was ... by climbing out his window. But he was on the second floor and it was quite a drop. Was he that desperate to get out?
Taking a deep breath, he decided to risk heading back out into the party. If the compulsion to suck cock or something just as disturbing came over him again, he'd just have to fight it. Or at least try to.
For some reason, it never occurred to him that it was his DIRTY DIRTY DIRTY DIRTY SLUT shirt that was causing all of this. And not for one moment did he think about taking it off and putting on something from his closet.
Jon left his bedroom and headed back downstairs.
