The Road to Hell Is Paved with Good Intentions
Jessie had a woman holding her with what appeared to be a yard of tongue down her throat. A man was super glued to her backside. He appeared to be f*****g her. I broke away from my s****l encounter with the two who shanghaied me from the barstool and made my way over to rescue Jessie. The guy on her back was just rubbing his p***s against her ass. The female had moved on to another male partner. Jessie looked tired. Her eyes were bloodshot, and dark circles were forming under her eyes.
I strongly suggested that we call it a night so we could be rested for the next day’s sail at first light. Jessie did not normally surrender to prematurely leaving a party, especially when it was in her honor, but she offered no resistance. As we walked to the
