She was wearing a pink jogging suit with white trainers."Um, I just came by to congratulate you on your win."She lied with a false grin.She peeked ove... the side of Bertha to see Scorpio putting her face into her hand."I'll just - er - be going now then... Nice seeing you again."Sammy nervously chirped and turned to leave, only to be stopped by the feeling of a large sweaty hand on her shoulder.Bertha had grabbed the top of the jogging suit and pulled her into the locker room."Hey what. She wasn’t to sure about this and it took a few minutes to contemplate the idea. At this point I was tapping to the beat of the music on her shoulder and this probably was the reason she was apprehensive to change position. When she finally tried my suggestion, I quickly continued my tapping on her side and back as she re-positioned herself to try and sleep. Every once in awhile my tapping would mimic a drum roll and extend to the bottom of her back and side, very close to her bottom. I did. "You got a taste, now I want you to give it all up for me in that booth while hubby waits outside." Standing between us, Paula, with her hand behind her back, feels how hard I am through the crotch of my pants. She knows how I feel. I know she wants this torrid disgusting affair to happen and she knows that at least one part of me wants it too. I don't see what I can say. She leans back into me and turns her head to look up with a mocking dead pan taunt, "Guess I'm going to fuck on the first. Mmm, it feels so fucking good. My nipples are so hard and sensitive. With every twist I can feel the pleasure rush my body; making my pussy tingle.” She pulls hard on her nipples, moaning softly. (Moans) “It’s a shame you feel the need to play these games with me Bradley. Instead of sat listening to this clip you could be around here now, your teeth biting, tongue swirling around my nipples. Oh well.” With a giggle she hit stop and sent the message. Like the previous time, after a few moments.