Ten minutes before lunch I walked over to my desk and sat down. I had made a determined effort not to look Jennifer's way all morning so I assumed tha... she had gotten the message that I really did not want to have anything more to do with her. I was surprised when she came over to my desk and said:"Are we still on for lunch?" Get away from me Jennifer." Oh come on sweetie, surely you aren't so mad at me that you will pass up a perfectly good blow job. You won't have to do anything at all for. Is that clear?’ ‘Yes,’ I said meekly. ‘You are one other thing besides what we’ve talked about,’ he said, ‘Do you know what that is?’ I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t imagine what he meant. We had covered everything, my name, my career, my body, and my aching desire. What else was there to be said? My nipples were so hard that they almost hurt. My cunt juices were dripping down my leg. I couldn’t think of anything but the commanding bulge in his trousers. I wanted to drop to my knees right then. I knew that it was perfect but i had to seize the opportunity. As she was talking i looked at her, she also looked at me. Our eyes met and so did our lips. I kissed her like she was the only girl in the world. At first only i kissed her but then she also kissed me. At first she must be confused by i'm sure that my consistency made her kiss me. Kissing for a minute i knew that she was enjoying it more that me. Soon i started caressing her and made my way to her breasts. It never looks like they. ”I don’t think I had ever felt so disappointed. Not at him, and I immediately gave him an appreciative smile.He said, “It’s not like anything I’ve ever seen before. It appears to be highly memory dependent. The memories are somehow tied to basic instinctual motivators that are hardwired.”“If it’s memory, couldn’t we just make them forget?”“Memory is the most difficult thing to work around. Once a memory is stored, it’s very difficult to repress it. You can alter it by forcing them to remember.