Clean this mess up

You decide it is an innocuous enough request, to get some tissues or something. Perhaps explain it didn't quite go as planned, and if he says sure but I want you to do something for me then you can always make a decision over whatever it is he wants. So in a sing-song voice you divulge.

"Well it didn't quite go as planned, I sort of misread your announcement. I don't suppose you have or could get me some tissues or something?"

The man guffaws as you twist round towards the hole, still bent at the hips holding the heavy mass of material at the small of your back whilst man fats seep down your legs as they slowly dry. Whilst still chuckling the man responds.

"In which case I can only imagine the sort of mess you are in. But here, I've cleaned myself up but you can have the rest of the packet. Also I don't know whether you'll want this, perhaps it'll make it easier."

You see his coal coloured digits drop an opened but almost full pack of wet wipes through the hole and then a small cylindrical bottle. As you bend further to pick up the wet wipes he remarks that he'll tell the next guy to wait a minute, or to at least be patient, before you hear him leave. You struggle but manage to free a wet wipe with one hand and start the process of cleaning your rear of the drying semen.

When done you stand and stretch your back, considering whether you should take this moment of respite to remove your no doubt cum splattered habit before it gets even more dirty. After all you don't imagine that a 'facial' is going to not create a mess. And although bending with weight on your back is a form of suffering you don't think it is the suffering you are here to experience. But it is suffering and should you be taking the easy route?