There was still the possibility the whole thing would blow up in my face, cost me a small fortune, not to mention a considerable amount of grief, and ...orse...leave Silvia laughing at me in the long run."It's going to be a long week." I mused. And then I informed my secretary I was taking the rest of the day off, and that she in fact could close up as well after the lunch hour. I certainly didn't have my mind on business, but I DID have my mind on my sexy little wife sitting at home. And. "Her hair's getting junked," Trudy called over from the wing space.James nodded, albeit impatiently. "Take a break, Felicia." Thanks," I said. This was a long shoot, and despite what people out there think, it is possible to get tired modeling. I chugged some water, despite Trudy's frowning. "Sorry, thirsty."Trudy was a fifty-year-old make-up and hair artist who worked almost exclusively with James. Over the past couple years, I'd gotten to know her very well. "You look lovely, darling," she. “Oh! Oh! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck that! Yes!” she screamed while involuntarily lifting her back and her legs from the bed in response to what was happening at the point where those body parts meet. Also she started squeezing her then untouched boob.Finally, a minute of fondling and rubbing later she exploded inside her vagina with a loud, “Ahhhhh…!”I bet somebody heard that, as precisely two minutes later there was a knock on the door. But before that, the auto-driver/masseur pulled out his wet. I left work and headed there, I walked into the bathroom at the rest stop and it was completely empty except for the maintenance guy so I went back to my car which was parked directly across from where all the trucks were parked and waited. There were a dozen or so rigs but only a couple of them had drivers you could see. So I sat, head between my fingers feeling every nerve on edge in my cock. Then a truck pulled through the driveway very slowly and the driver seemed to be scanning the whole.