We both let out a surprised little noise and looked at each other. “Seriously??” My wife asked. My cock started to soften as she removed her hand ...nd got back to searching. The moment was gone. “Shit,” I thought. So close. After a few more clicks, the image that popped up was a woman’s chest. Her tits were out of her bra and she was caressing them. “Holy shit,” I blurted. My wife took a second to register and then said “Hi.”The stranger waved but said nothing. She just kept pinching and. All of these rumors seem backed up by the fact that I won't see some sort of hypno-therapist to pull my memories back. What kind of person doesn't want their memory back? Perhaps I'm afraid the therapist will call me out as a fraud."I paused to steel my nerves driving on, "Well the truth is, I did sleep with someone to get this job. I don't remember this, honestly, but the person has made no bones about reminding me. Constantly. The truth is, I did lose my memory, not all of it, just personal. " "Water," she interrupted. Her voice was a horrible sound coming from a human throat.I picked up the glass and put the straw near her mount, "Just take little sips. Your stomach might revolt." She managed to keep he water down so I went back to my lecture, "You have many injuries that will need to heal before you can leave us. Please plan on being here at least two months." She tried to smile but the stitches around her mouth prevented it. She looked in pain.As I nodded to the nurse by our. To turn from the hunted to the hunter. I still did not look up at her, in fact I had no idea who I was speaking to me. My mind and eyes was on the contract. She gave a sob story on how dificult it was to find this job and yada yada. I only heard “I worked so hard at my brief and build it up,what else do I need to do”This is when I called looked up and noticed Aesha. She was our top producer fund disbursement. She was royal pain in the arse but she was very sexy. She was tall, dark, well built.