You consider it

As you stand in the back of your van, you look down on the **** girl pressed face first into your crotch, kneeling in a small van with a strange man towering over her as she sits ****. She never expected to be here. It was you throwing money at her that caused this. Ted is right, you need a break. She's a victim of your circumstance.

Then you look at the drool covering your balls, the lipstick staining your pubes red from all the times her lips smooshed against your hips as she throated you, the hand still moving in her pants while unscious and the money that she had happily accepted, still stuffed haphazardly in the duffel bag. Is she really a victim? Or did she see a mark to fleece and satisfy her debouched urges at the same time? The Bang Bus doesn't influence the decision to get on.