The first was occupied and I could hear the shower running, so I moved up to the next one, and found the door slightly ajar. As I pulled the door open...I opened my little coin bag to insert a number of coins, when the first door opened, and in the doorway stood the man, I had seen having sex with the girl, he was completely naked, and his cock was hard and standing out, in front of him.I was in some sort of shock as I stood stock still staring at it, my hand in my purse and my fingers clutching. I closed the door and introduced my friend. "This is Wendy, Wendy this is Jack." Hi Jack," Wendy flirted. She extended her and out to him. He politely shook her hand. I kept wondering what that felt like."Nice to meet you Wendy," Jack said."Um ... what's your last name?" Wendy asked curiously.I listened in because I secretly wanted to know what his last name was. I couldn't believe I hadn't asked him.He looked at me as he said it, "Bancroft." Ah ok ... cool," Wendy said. "I'm Wendy Jennings. I. "Yes, I'm ready," he answered, although he didn't move."Then get on all fours," I ordered."Yes, ma'am," he saluted, as I pulled the sheets off of him and he moved into position."I see Big D is excited," I pointed out, staring at his fully erect cock."He is," he nodded, Big D being the nickname I'd given his cock. The 'D' standing for 'Delicious'.I moved behind him once he was on all fours and asked, "Is this what you were expecting tonight?" Not even in the slightest," he said, his body. If that means being beaten, fucked or even killed just for the enjoyment of a man, then so be it. Who cares? Its just another two bit whore that come a dime a dozen! Literally! Whores are of so little value that you can literally buy a dozen of them for only a dime. But nobody around here really cares, because slut trafficking has been in effect for almost 77 years now. They have absolutely no rights and no one cares about them. Not even the sluts themselves cares about their own lives, only.