My recollection of these events, therefore, has been distilled and flavored by the process of time and some modest historical revision. In Part One I ...escribed the events that occurred one summer afternoon when I was eighteen years old, still a virgin and labored under the delusions of youth and the hubris of an imagined literacy. At that time, I had a girl friend from college who was my age, and also a virgin. We saw each other two to three times a week, and usually spent part of that time. He threw her to the dirty carpet as he entered the door of the abandoned office. He could feel his cock surging to erection, and he was ready to make this woman submit to him.He moved closer to her holding the gun. She looked up at him in fear, "What do you want with me. Please don't hurt me, I won't tell anyone. Just let me go."Jared laughed, reveling in her fear and the power that he had over her. "Yeah, bitch I will let you go after you perform for me. If your good that is, so you had better. That's the important thing in life. Unless Janey eats, the whole thing comes down with a crash. So I guess I'll take a boring old tuna sandwich in a brown bag and it'll taste better than what they serve in the lousy college cafeteria where the floor sticks to your feet.How can they allow that? I'd have somebody out there washing the place down 24 hours a day rather than have people's shoes stick to the floor. Oh, well, of course the world's going to hell in a handbasket but I can't worry about. Then she traced the outline of his erect cock with her fingernails. “Hmmm,” she smiled, obviously pleased, “You are a big boy aren’t you!” She rubbed her flat palm up and down the hardness of his erection and he breathed fast and hard trying to fight his intense arousal that almost made him cum at that moment. Each time the girl pressed forward and he felt her breasts against his chest, or the girl behind him ground her pelvis against his buttocks, he felt he might lose control and pump his.