I was feeling real excited about getting to interview with the president and was really excited about my chances. I walked in and introduced my self ...and handed him a copy of my resume he asked me to sit down while he looked it over. As he looked over my resume I was looking around the office it was a huge corner office with a sitting area and a huge glass desk, the view of the city from his office was amazing. I told him what a great office it was and he simple said it is ok. He then looked. My eighty-year-old life was not precious. I had nothing to offer this world. My brain, my ideas, my attitudes had all calcified. I was a hardened conservative. Well, as they say, ‘If you aren’t a conservative at eighty, you have no brain.’ I’ve added to that. ‘If you are STILL a conservative at seventeen, you have no heart.’ And, in fact, you didn’t have one at eighty, either. What I had backward was believing my precious life was worth saving. My brain. It wasn’t. The life that was worth. She let me try on her panties and I immediately got hard, this turned her on. One thing led to another and she would let me dress up every time we met. We were both turned on by this and eventually she started to take charge. She started asking me if I had fantasies about being with a guy. At first I denied it, but she persisted. Eventually she introduced me to a seven-inch strap-on. At first she would have me fuck her with it and have me lick it clean. Then she would tell me she wanted to. Dan Biggerstaff was bemoaning the fact that one of his projects was behind schedule and he was going to have to work late. They were making the same kind of comments that his father would make at the breakfast table.After breakfast, Carl joined Betsy, Ling, and Claire in the exercise room. He had been expecting to do a little calisthenics, but they had other plans. He was told to stand on one side of the room while the three women tossed bean bags at him. He was supposed to block any bean bag.