Emma barely payed attention when Jason answers her question about Lady Gaga; describing his encounter with her at the large party. The wife could only imagine what attending a party of that grandeur would be like. But then those imaginings quickly disappear because she was more focused on the tingling, pleasing sensations that were happening between her legs. Her cheeks held an obvious blush as her fingers continued to secretly but not-so-secretly touch at her sensitive area through her clothes. Emma's neck and chest feel like they're on fire, and her inner thighs were almost cutting circulation off of her hand.<br/><br/>That's when Jason pipes up, asking a very interesting question. It brings her back to reality, and she looks at her phone screen with widened eyes. He started mentioning a visit to his penthouse...with her dressed up nice and sexy...He'd lead her deeper into the suite, and they'd be too hyped up on sexual tension that chatting was out of the question. Emma's fingers dug deeper against her shorts and underwear, and the quietest yelp escapes her when Jason talks about kissing her. A few strands of her blonde hair fall in front of her face when she bows her head for a few seconds in order to slip a finger or two underneath the different fabrics and touch at her swollen, wet pussy.<br/><br/>"Oh god," she weakly lets out as she listens to Jason confess that he'd want to undress her. Followed by a moan. Her blue eyes go wide, and she stares at her phone screen. Even though she's heard him countless times in his music and during interviews, she had never, in her life, heard Jason moan.<br/><br/>Instead of stopping in her tracks and calling the whole thing off, knowing that their conversation was traveling down very dangerous roads, Emma welcomes it. There was a sick and twisted feeling in her stomach that craved for more. Jason was moaning...to her, and she was flattered and turned on even more. So much so that she responded with a noise of her own. A broken, whimper of a moan.<br/><br/>"Un-Undress me?" Emma asks, urging Jason on, wanting to hear more of his confessions. "What...What color is my lingerie when I get there? Is my hair up or down? Do you... Do you take my hair out when you kiss me; grabbing at the back of my head and walking us backwards towards your bedroom...?" She asks, her fingers tickling at her clit in order to pull a louder yelp and violent shivers from her; obviously shaking her phone when her body moves.<br/><br/>"Do I kick my heels off or do you ask me to leave them on? Do you waltz me to the bed or do you pick me up and throw me onto the mattress? Treat me like some of the escorts I'm sure you've had to your hotel rooms in the past. I can't imagine you sleep alone most nights," Emma breathes out, feeling her juices lather up her fingers as she continued to touch and play with herself.