On Valentine’s Day, 1975, I was fired from my job. I was told I falsified my time card. I disputed it, but it didn’t matter. I found out later tha... my newly hired boss learned that I had applied for his position, and he told the other guys that I had to go. At least he didn’t try to screw with my unemployment. It was in the middle of a recession, and there were very few jobs available.I found a job in August that started in early September, but it was in a city 140 miles away. Carla looked over. It’s what got me through college without actually taking drugs or having to turn to alcohol.”“Because you lost your dad?” Jane asks. Ursula nods. “I can’t imagine how that would be. My dad never comes around, but I can imagine losing my mom would be similar.” She pauses to look over Ursula with big, curious eyes. “So why don’t you have a girlfriend ... or do you?”“Like I said, they were my drug,” the older girl answers. “I never met someone before who share my erotic desires and wishes.”“Mmm, I. I obediently drop to my knees in front of you, my hand held high above me as I continue to stroke your chest, slipping my fingers up under your shirt and marveling at the strength I find there."Undress before you go further, slave." Your impatient tone prompts me into swift action. Running my hands down to my stomach, I tug the polo up along with the cami, revealing my taut belly. I go up on my knees, unbuttoning my jeans and undoing the zipper before pushing them off of my hips quickly.. And he was a baron, and a handsome one, too.I came awake in the early morning as he rolled me onto my stomach, grabbed me around the waist and pulled me onto his erect cock. I pushed back at him this time, his balls slapping on my arse, his big hands on my hips.The sounds of an angry crowd came through the tall windows at the far end of the room. He got up naked and I watched his arse move as he walked – or I should say prowled, since he moved like a stalking beast – and went to the window..