She wants to go to a highway motel toilet gloryhole.

"There's a motel down on I-92. Donna told me a little secret about it." Paula smiled.

"What secret?" Jack asked, irritated by Paula's posture.

"You'll see." She said.

Jack clenched his fist. "No, I want to know now. I insist or I won't be a part of this... this madness."

Paula relented. "Fine. If you must know." She crossed her arms at her chest. "There's a glory hole in the woman's toilet stall."

"A WHAT?!" Jack raised his voice.

"A glory hole." Paula explained. "Donna used it, she told me that she heard about it from a friend of a friend, but didn't expect it to be true until someone offered her his cock, so she sucked it dry."

Jack was speechless. Paula licked her lips, letting go a Freudian slip. "It's private, nobody knows who's on the other side, it may as well be the pope. There's no feelings involved, and besides, it's safe... I can lock the door and stop at any point if I don't feel comfortable anymore."

"I... I don't... know what to say?" Jack mumbled.

"Say yes!" Paula begged him. "I need this..."