"Then we'll need to change the scenery."

The man slows and starts to withdraw his cock from your ass and you wonder what he means whilst cursing yourself for saying what you did but don't get much time to think before he follows up with.

"If you want a good, real hard ass fucking then we'll have to get rid of the wall, so to speak. I'll come round and into your booth."

The idea is terrifying. A man. In here. You calm your nerves for a second. You have been commanded to receive pain and the man has said he will grant this. It is the will of God. Then you almost laugh with the stupidity of the idea of letting him in, if you could open the door then you wouldn't be here in the first place, would you? So you say.

"I can't, the lock is broken and I can't undo it."

The man laughs and says.

"I hate to sound stereotypically black but no busted lock is going to stop my dick from getting to a willing girl! Don't you worry. I'll be round in a second."

You hear him leave and the muffled voices of men, several men, outside in the corridor. If he does open the door then you could leave! But haven't you also received a divine commandment to stay? You hear scratches on the door handle, then the handle drops and the door starts to open.