This is a recount of my first summer job working at Mr. Petersons Book Store. Mr Peterson had always told me that when I turned 18 I could come and...work for him at the Book Store, I had to be 18 because some of the books and magazines he sold were erotic and adult material. I still remember the big smile on his face when I walked in to ask him if he had a “position” for me, and I blushed realizing what it sounded like. We had a big laugh and he said he would be happy for me to come and work. “You crashed through a military checkpoint because of a tent and two sleeping bags?” Adrian said shaking his head. “Is this worth shooting two kids for?” Bill said throwing the stolen items to the floor. “No,” the soldiers said shaking their heads. “Get out of here, before I call your parents,” Adrian barked. The two teens ran off. “What about the car?” Bill asked. “Have it towed,” Adrian shook his head. The front of the car was nearly torn off. Adrian sat and watched as the military officer in. That said, all hope is not lost; I can still build my little piece of Heaven on Earth.How, you may ask? Easy.All I have to do is to seduce the hottest girls on campus, turn them into my cumsluts and put them in a harem in which I will be the undisputed master. I plan on making them pregnant too, to create a gigantic household full of sex and love, and we will all be living together, happily ever after.I have several candidates in mind.The first of them is Serenity Martin. She is a blonde of. He lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about where to place the first blow. On her tits? Dive right in and get it over with? Or maybe start on her thighs or belly and let her wonder when the blow would strike her tit for the first time. Instead he grabbed the “rake.” It was actually a kitchen tool used for holding onions for cutting. 10 or 12 sharp little spikes on a plastic handle. He started at her neck and ran the sharp tips along her skin, down across her chest to her.