Hands-on retrieval.

"Tell me about the first time you and he were intimate."

Ali smiled as she reminisced. "He took me out to a really fancy pasta place. He claimed it was the best in the city, but-"

He stopped her. "Cut to the sex."

"Alright. Let's see, we came back here and I put on some music. I think it was Marvin Gaye. I changed into some lingerie and we sat on the bed kissing. After a while he started to take off his clothes, but told me to leave mine on. I could tell he was getting excited ordering me around, so I did what he asked. He began to knead my breasts and-"

"Alright, alright. What sort of sex was it?"

She didn't mind being interrupted. "Just missionary that first time. We were both so-"

"Do you still have the lingerie?" He asked. She nodded. "Go put it on."

She went to the bedroom and he followed. She changed in front of him with no shame at all. She kind of liked this odd feeling she had. It was like nothing mattered at all, but in a good way. Finishing up, she turned just as I Want You began to play from his phone.

Ali was unsurprised when he gestured to sit next to him on the bed. As expected, he leaned in for a kiss. She reciprocated, placing one hand on his shoulder. He broke the kiss at her touch.

"Did you do that with Adam?" he asked.

"I... think so?"

"Good. You need to try to replicate that night with Adam as closely as possible. I can use that to locate and expunge the memory."

In response, she simply leaned forward and kissed him again. Thinking of the night with Adam, she took his right hand and put it on the small of her back. He firmly pressed her against himself and she lightly inserted her tongue into his mouth, flicking it along the ridges of his teeth. He followed her lead, gently meeting her exploring tongue with his.

She suddenly grabbed Jonathan's right hand and brought it up to her breast. He began to gently massage it, but she stopped. "Harder," she told him. She was gratified when she felt his fingers sink into her pliant flesh, squeezing painfully. "Better."

Suddenly, following her play-by-play, he stood to remove his garments. She gave him a sultry smile and he caught her intention. "Stay dressed," he commanded. Shucking off his boxers, he now stood fully nude before her. His cock was at full mast. "What next?"

She leaned back. "Climb on top of me and get back to work on my tits," she told him. He did so and she sucked in a breath feeling his member brush against her, separated only by a thin layer of fabric. His groping hands found her breasts and he continued to mash them indelicately. She let out a small grunt of pain and he paused for a moment, fixing her with a questioning look.

"Don't stop." She bit her lip and held his hand against her. With her other hand, she reached down to feel his throbbing erection. She gently tickled it along the length, feeling it pulse with arousal. "Tell me to take off my clothes," she told him.

He ordered it and she began to strip out of her skimpy negligee. Now fully exposed, she pulled him back onto her slim body. She reached down to guide him into her, and cried out with his entry. "Oh my God, Jonathan-"

He cut her off again. "Call me Adam. Don't lose focus now, Ali. What happens next?" Despite the sweat on his face and the fact that he was inside her, he never lost his analytical demeanor. She wondered idly how often he did things like this.

"You rail me into next week, Adam."

With that there was a sudden burst of energy and he was pounding her hard and fast. Her hips bucked wildly against his and she felt her already sore tits bouncing wildly. She reached around and stuck a finger in his ass, causing the briefest expression of surprise to flash across his face. She threw her head back and moaned. His incessant jackhammering was almost machinelike, and she felt herself nearly at climax.

"Slow down," she commanded. "I'm almost there."

He looked at her quizzically. "I didn't finish that first time. He certainly did, though."

He furrowed his brow. "Good. I think I'm homing in on the memory. Tell me, what else happened that night?"

She was slowly catching her breath as his pumping became slow and awkward. "He just went at me for a few minutes, then jizzed. That was it."

With that, Jonathan began to pump again. This time he was slow and awkward, his technique sloppy and singularly focused on his own gratification. She brought his hand to her tit again and he squeezed hard, his nails digging into her skin. Her libido was already cooling off when Jonathan grunted, closed his eyes, and furrowed his brow. Suddenly she felt that little tickle of his spunk being pushed into her, and he collapsed. She began to speak, but he shushed her.

"I've almost got it... there." He rolled off of her and sat up. "I think I got it."

She smiled. It was weird that she was cooperating with this man as he fucked her and wiped her memories, but here they were. "Good job!"

"Not so fast," he replied. "We need to test it. Can you tell me anything about your first sexual experience with Adam?"

She considered the question. "I guess, uh, it was probably like what we just did? Oddly, I can't remember doing that with Adam at all. I can remember remembering it, I think. I was walking you through it, after all. But I'm drawing a blank on actually doing it. I guess it worked?"

He wiped his face and sighed. "Thank God. So, Ali, now what's your earliest memory of a sexual experience with Adam?"