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her mouth, still whimpering. She took him between her lips and began to suck, slowly.
    “Ahhh,” he took a handful of her hair. “That’s good. Keep sucking. Deeper.”
    She was very noisy. Tiny whimpers and moans intermingled with the little wet sounds as her lips slid up and down the shaft of his cock. He could feel her tongue working at the sensitive underside. She didn’t need much of a refresher course at all for this. He kept his grip on her hair, but didn’t use it to make her go faster or deeper. What she was doing felt great just the way it was. He was sure she knew that this was going to take a while, whatever it said in his file.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth. “Lick it,” he ordered. “Lick it all.”
    She licked. She licked as if his cock was the most wonderful thing she’d ever tasted and she couldn’t get enough of it. She swirled her tongue around the head, up and down the shaft, and then began licking and nuzzling his balls. Maybe this wasn’t going to take so long after all. She was still rooting around at the base of his cock when he pulled her head up by her hair. She stared up at him, her mouth open, her chin glistening wet, and her eyes unseeing until they focused back on the head of his cock. She took him in again, sucking quickly and desperately now. He let go of her hair and gripped her head with both hands. Now he urged her to go faster. Deeper would come later, but not much later. He could feel it building in him, slowly but surely. He moaned, to give her warning. Her response was to speed up, and now he groaned. Just before he came, he stopped the movement of her head. As he spurted into her mouth for the first time, he held her head still and thrust his cock deeper into her mouth. She made a muffled sound like a startled angry cat. He thrust again, and again, and each time she made the same noise. Finally, he was drained. He held her head for a moment longer before letting go and pulling his cock out of her talented mouth. Her head dropped forward. He heard her inhale deeply through her nose. Then she tilted her head back to look up at him. He heard her swallow. She sighed and smiled.
    “Thank you, Mr. Smith,” she smiled weakly. If you could untie me now, I think I’ll hit the shower and then take you up on that offer of coffee.”
    He freed her hands and took the rope from around her neck before helping her to stand. She seemed a little unsteady on her feet, as if she were mildly tipsy, so he held her for a moment. He bent to kiss her without even thinking about it. It was a very chaste kiss, considering what they’d just been doing, but it felt right. She put her arms around him for a hug before she tottered off to the bathroom. Neither one of them said a thing.
    ***
    “So…” Carla grinned at him across the Formica table in the facility cafeteria. “What did you think of the tour?” It was later than either of them had thought, but they’d been able to scrounge fresh coffee and ham and cheese sandwiches from the kitchen. The cafeteria never closed, but they did stop serving hot food after ten. There were two other people in the cafeteria, both men, but they were sitting in a far corner and deep in a conversation of their own.
    “It was very interesting,” Ron grinned back. He wolfed down a bite of his sandwich.
“This is a very impressive place. I might like to talk with some of your staff here.”
    “That can be arranged. We’ll give you whatever help you’ll need.”
    “Thanks. Could I see that file?”
    Carla slid the manila folder across the table to him. “She’s a gorgeous woman,” she said wistfully.
“I’ve seen her,” Ron said. He took the file, but didn’t open it right away. “Are you okay?”
    “I’m fine,” Carla smiled. “Really. Don’t worry about me. We both have jobs to do.” She reached out and patted his hand.
    “Right,” Ron nodded and smiled back. He opened the folder. The first page inside was a headshot of Elizabeth Anne