Jen was already moving her hips rhythmically back and forth, at what was to come. I leaned down and whispered to her... "You're looking forward to thi... aren't you?" Jennifer shook her head violently up and down. I placed the paddle on the bed, right in front of her face. "Well, this fan is here to cool your ass sweetie, and you better enjoy it. Because when I come back in this room in five minutes, your ass is going to be swatted so red you can't sit down for a week. Do you understand that?". No sleep for me that night. He fucked her several times as her reward.Such was life for a few weeks. Except with mom. Her hugs became longer and the kisses moved to my lips. Always with tears or watery eyes. She started drinking even more and in a few more days the tears dried up. But the kisses were longer, almost intimate, but not quite. AND he was always lurking about, watching. I felt like she was performing for him. She started whispering in my ear to start wearing appropriate clothes. As I went through the door the other guysfrom our table followed me. Now I was getting worried. I ran up the stairs and opened the door just as theguys following me caught hold of my arms and pressed a9mm into my ribs and whispered in my ear, “We’re goingto have a little fun with your woman, sit down overthere and enjoy the show.”I looked around the room and saw Jennifer being bentover a filthy, stained and torn couch. As she waspulled forward her mini skirt rode up and my. , now remember…you are performing for the camera. Exaggerate everything and look into the camera frequently.” The director instructed.I was always a bit of an exhibitionist, so when a friend asked if I wanted to become an actor in gay movies I jumped at the chance. I followed the directions to an old warehouse in West LA and was greeted by an attractive young Asian girl at the front desk of a surprisingly clean office.“We need to get you to sign some papers, and then I’ll bring you back,” she.