"Don't let me stop you."

The voice is clear cut and charming, perhaps a little cocky. You can see the slight rise in his cheek and you know that he is smiling. Your fingers have stopped dead, but a couple of fingers are still buried in your slit. The man asserts again.

"Go on. Although some sucking or fucking would be great watching a cute cum covered girl masturbate is it's own pleasure."

Your fingers slowly start to resume, the physical sensation almost muted by some other sensation of knowing you are being watched. A feeling of knowing you are doing something wrong and that he knows you are doing something wrong but by carrying on it makes that thing worse, not more wrong but more, naughty? Maybe this is your reward for enacting the Lords will? You thought it would be release from the booth but perhaps it was a different release that the Lord wished to grant you?

As you pump your fingers in and out of yourself and feeling these pleasures the part of your saying that this physical delight is a distraction and it's wrong is easy to ignore. You look back across through the hole and you can see the delight in the eye looking back at you, which in turn makes you pant and shake with greater ecstasy which makes the man grunt and twitch in turn spurring you further on. The feedback loop broken by his exclamation.