Glass ceilings were one thing, she thought, but forced sex is another. She knew she never would have consented to sex without the promise of a senior ...position. Her ambition required her to submit. President Daley and the others seemed quite serious and sincere in their admiration of her candidacy but also lusty and unprincipled in pursuit of her naked body. The building's door buzzed and she pulled it open. The long, elevator ride could have been harrowing as her mind raced through all the lewd. She was from a little place called Ashington in Newcastle (I loved her Geordie accent) she was an only c***d; her greatest loves in life were football and her Grandfather who she called Popsy.We spoke a lot about football and a little bit about Popsy, apparently I resembled Popsy quite a lot.Jack ate her meal and went to her room.I finished reading my book and went upstairs to fetch another. As I passed Jacks room I heard a buzzing sound, I stopped in my tracks and moved closer to the door. My. Her words were repeating over and over in my head and I had difficulty concentrating on the conversation. A lot was going through my mind and my throbbing dick did little to make things easier. I was so horny I wanted to burst and I was painfully aware that Margret was enjoying the fact that she was the cause of my discomfort. I needed to take one step further and shifted position so that I could part my legs in margarets direction in such a way that she had a direct line of sight to my rampant. She picked the nearest. I followed dutifully. Now I'm getting really sure that she's not there for just a peep show. She's a very dirty girl with a lot of experience, including lots of group sex. I prepped myself to watch her give a blowjob to someone."Put in four dollars. Wait, ten." Thankfully I had cash for tipping at dinner.I'm fussing with inserting money when the door next to us closes. Yeah. When you bring a woman the action happens fast...I'm still trying to get the machine to take.