This was getting hopeless, she thought as she laughed a little out loud. It was the desire to do that with her toy that had caused her to masturbate o... the bed in the first place so that she’d be wet enough for the dildo in the bath in just the right way. And she’d really wanted that while she thought about meeting with that man today. If she couldn’t get a handle on what was going on in her boiler room soon, she knew that she’d stand a good chance of needing him far, far worse than she dared. That wasn’t quite what happened.As you might be able to imagine, in my line of work I often get turned on by what I’m working on. I was working on a promotional video and it was pretty hot. So, there I am sitting in my hotel room, wearing my black Arena speedos and getting horny watching my own speedo porn.So, I grabbed my phone and checked out one of those online hookup apps.After turning the app on, my phone started blowing up, beeping with interest from other horny guys on this Wednesday. "Is that you?" she asked grinding against me making my cock harder."Yeah" I replied nervously.I was now fairly hard and there was no way I could hide it as it pressed up against her ass cheeks through her dress."I never paid you for your work did I" she said still gently grinding her ass against me."No " I repliedThen she glanced over her shoulder at me."Then you should fuck me and get your payment" she said looking me in the eye."Okay" I repliedI then reached down and lifted her flowery summer. “Really? We’re going back to Teddy Roosevelt?” he exclaimed.“Nice mustache, Frank, big and bushy.”“You’re not helping me here, Mister President!” He looked over at Marilyn. “Did you know about this plan?”Marilyn laughed. “Frank, I’ve seen him with a beard and mustache. He had one through most of the Eighties, before he got into politics.”I nodded. “It wasn’t as white. That’s a bit disappointing,” I commented wryly.“When was the last time we had a President with a beard? Lincoln?” asked my Chief.