Silence

If a man is willing to come to a place like this to fornicate with unknown women then you doubt such a sinner would be inclined towards the virtue of charity. So you say nothing whilst considering what to do. Your backside is plastered with sperm, it is dribbling down your legs and at least a single trail of it is running up your back, into your fingers and habit.

Would another man be disgusted by such a sight, or the feeling of it against his skin? Even considering the sort of debauchery these men are willing to engage in you can't imagine they would like it, it is currently covering you and you are disgusted so surely anybody else would be too. You have to clean this mess up to continue the Lords work.

You're eyes don't have to scour the room for what to use, your eyes gaze at your briefs and you shuffle towards them and reach out and clutch them before unceremoniously using them to scoop the drying caked mass of the mans excitement from your behind. The material slips at times and your fingers get covered and eventually you have to stop as you have cleaned what you could and are now just pushing the rest around your rear.

Eventually you stand, your back cracking from the sore position, you toss the cum laden undergarments into the corner with the first mans load and let your semen stained skirts tumble back into place. You hear a knocking and turn with a start and you see a new penis has taken resident in the hole and a long slightly patronising intonation follows.

"Well?"

Your work is never done, but if you continue like this your habit will be ruined so perhaps you should take it off. Then again the mans voice implied he'd been waiting a while and you don't know what will happen if you leave him waiting longer. Part of you thinks that maybe you'll get thrown out which has a moment of relief before you realise that would mean failing God.