"Margaret's eyes were so full of adoration, it was almost scary. "Wow. I never thought about all that stuff. I want to have kids, too." Then her eyes ...brimmed with tears. "But I'm not even good at modeling!" She pointed to her forehead and started to sob.I took her hand in mine and held it, then pulled her close for a hug. A couple of the models across the set stared at me like I was crazy. I ignored them. "You'll find something you like. Don't worry. You're what, twenty?" Eighteen," she stated. I nodded in agreement. Saturday at around 7pm my wife was in the shower as I layed on our bed reading online. I started thinking about my wife's night ahead and began to feel my cock twitch in my shorts. I started to play out my cuckold fantasy, imagining her getting drunk and turning into the lush that brings. I envisioned her dancing on a crowded floor and her being felt up by random guys. They grind on her big mexican ass, rubbing under her shirt and feeling her huge brown nipples harden.. She said, “Well, I have a girlfriend who works here. She told me about it and I was curious enough to apply for a job. It sounded like something I might enjoy and I could make a lot of money.” Or that she was giving me a body slide when I asked her about her first day. She said, “My girlfriend trained me. On training day, the massages actually belonged to her. I was there to observe, learn and participate if I wanted to. I was expected to be nude and I was really nervous about that. But the. . that's so interesting Candi, but you'll have to tell me the restlater.. I have to get dressed!"And with that I scurry out to the beauty salon section of the company,mincing up to the sneery receptionist, who looks me up and down indisdain, "Like your usual room..." Thank you." I reply, trying to stop the towel from slipping, andfinding a short section of corridor, free from people and securitycamera's I carefully bend over. I can't believe I'm doing this inpublic, but I slide the message.