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Bureaucracy had enabled him to earn a living for over twenty years, but now, on the other side of the fence, it felt like a chore and one that he found exhausting.
Her questions had a clear purpose, but he struggled more with each passing minute. She recognised that he was finding the process difficult. It was part of her job to help those she met open up, providing insight into how their issues affected them. However, she also had a task to complete.
Although he could recall childhood memories and distant events, the details of the past few minutes, hours, or even days were a blank slate. He accepted this reality and made the best of his situation. He didn’t see himself as a victim; instead, he felt grateful that the surgery had saved his life.
“Would you know if we had ever met before?” she asked him.
His neurological issues meant he often had to pause to form answers, and sometimes they never came. However, this time, the period of silence had a different cause: they had met before, albeit briefly.
The hen night. Their search for a shy victim and their run together into the shadows. Her pulling his briefs down and sucking wildly on his cock until he exploded into her mouth. He recalled the small tattoo on her lower arm and the scar on her face he had noticed as she made him spill into her with a roar of laughter.
As he fought to suppress a memory, he couldn’t help but smile at the irony of her discreet attempts to focus on the bridge of his nose. She knew nothing of the childhood dog bite that had left its mark there. but she remembered when she had last seen it.
When she asked about the location of the technology keeping him alive during the interview, it reminded her of the time she had felt it behind his left ear while cupping his head for a farewell kiss.
“I need to pause the interview for a moment,” she said formally.
There were no cameras Inside the interview rooms, only a panic alarm. She was aware of this. The need for an unscheduled trip to the toilet was not uncommon; it was all part of the routine. No one would notice her absence except for him. When she returned, she was greeted with a mischievous smile as she retook her seat.
“We’ll finish what we had started. I appreciate your patience,” she said.
Pushing her chair back from her desk, she briefly rose to lift her skirt above her hips, having slipped out of her knickers in the staff toilets.
“I want to assist you with your memory challenges,” she said, excited by the chance to indulge in her love of thrilling experiences with an element of risk.
She’d sucked his cock on the hen night, so he was already a part of her past. This was just a different way to thank him.
She slipped her fingers inside her excited wetness as he watched with a smile and heard the sound of the motions she made. It was deep, fast, almost brutal, but his gaze ensured she took herself to climax.
Her bitten lip suppressed the urge to welcome her orgasms too vocally, but her body shook to her fast fingers and their deep thrusts. He watched, unzipped himself, came hard, and released his cum into a handful of tissues she had passed to him.
“Special bonus time,” she whispered to him as he sat in his chair, and she lifted her skirt once more and stood beside him. Having her clit sucked to another wave of mischievous pleasure surges? One of her better mornings in the office.
As she stood up to accompany him out of the interview room, she reached down and covered her fingers with her erotic juices, allowing her to smear them over his tongue.
“Look after him. He’s had a hard time in there,” she said to the security guard, who often helped the confused to find their way out.
The security guard could see that the customer he had been asked to assist looked very flushed in the face, so he guided him to the exit immediately.
“Thank you,” the departing visitor said with a smile.
