He leaves you alone.

After enjoying a few extra seconds held in your mouth, Pete pulls his cock free.

"Christ Sarah, you smell like piss." He says, then forcefully pushes your head back towards the still rushing water. "Take a shower or something."

In you current state you needed no additional help falling over, but the push makes the damage much more dramatic. Your head conks into the floor of the tub causing you to nearly orgasm, but a rather full shampoo bottle falling from the shower caddy to your forehead sends you over the edge. You flail with the most powerful orgasm of your life as Pete closes the bathroom door behind him.

After a minute or several of the water pouring down on your naked body you reach up and attempt to negotiate turning off the water. This results in a long time of very hot followed by a long time of very cold before you figure it out. You loved both.

You flop out of the tub and on to the floor. You attempt to stand up by pulling on the bathroom sink, only to quickly fall as you're sopping wet and fucked up. You almost orgasm again after the fall and actually wish you fell a bit harder. You pull a towel down from the rack and dry yourself as much as possible on the floor before attempting your feet again. You seem fine with support.

You half walk, half lean your way out of the bathroom and into the hallway. You stop and weigh your options as best you can.

You could go to your room and try to sober up. Mom and dad would surely be mad if they saw you like this, so it would probably be best to lay low or else they might punish you. You shudder with excitement at the thought of what they might do to you.

Could be fun to just take that punishment, but you'd have to remember how stairs work. You'll likely fall. That sounds really fun to you too.

You look at Pete's door closest to you. You aren't even mad at him any more. The thought of his usual rough treatment makes you weak in the knees. How can you be mad now?