My story begins in earnest some 2 years ago when Ann who's a widow begandating black guys. At first I wasn't particularly happy about this,every weeke...d she seemed to bring a different guy home, and inevitablythey were young enough to be her son, and sometimes her grand son.Gradually over time I grew accustom to having these young black men inour house. They all seemed to be so assertive, so manly; I don't think Icould have stood up to them even if I'd wanted to. At night my wife and Iwould lay. He frowned as I came in, and said to give him a week or two. I told him I would take anything, I really needed the cash. So the next day I found myself at a sleazy motel up in Palmdale, doing fluffer work. Fluffers are like the bottom of the ladder. They are the ones that help get the guys hard and keep them hard between takes. If they are going on camera in five minutes, we get down on our knees and “fluff them up” to go on camera. Or if they lose their erection like they often do during a two. Enjoy," he smiled at me and walked away. Brit looked over at the two guys, noticing they were looking at me, and grabbed my arm, "You better enjoy. I haven't gotten any in way too long. If nothing else do it for me. So I can feel like my life has some meaning." Brit giggled and went to make me a drink, which I didn't ask for. When she returned I realized it was a very expensive cocktail, using a bunch of top shelf liquor. She slid it across the bar to me and winked, "Now, go over there and. ”Morgan came to me almost at a run and gave me a hug. She was wearing another short dress though the color was more appropriate for office wear.“Hello, Morgan. It’s great to see you.” I smiled. I took her free hand and said “Follow me to my office.”She smiled happily and nodded. Once in my office she pushed the door closed and stepped into my arms kissing me hard. I helped. I said huskily, “Hello to you, Morgan.” I was a little surprised but sure didn’t mind nor did I complain.She sat in one of.