His head ached in time to a steady beeping noise that wouldn’t stop. He tried to open his eyes, but they didn’t obey his commands. He wished the b...eeping sound would stop or, at least, get quieter. He heard other noises, the soft squeak of tennis shoes on linoleum, the whisper of hose encased thighs rubbing together, and a nervous cough from a distance away. He wondered where he was.Knowing that he couldn’t live the rest of his life with his eyes closed, he gave another attempt to open them and. Slowly manipulating it with her hand she whispered seductively, “Now what are you thinking about?” I didn’t answer. Instead, I just pressed my lips to hers and kissed her passionately as my cock grew under her hand. Together, we walked through my apartment towards my bed, never breaking the kiss. As one, we fell onto the bed together, giggling even as we kissed. In no hurry, Cameron let her hands roam over my body, slowly pulling my shirt up and off, tossing it aside. Her hands ran up and down. I'd called her earlier and arranged to take her out for a meal to celebrate my one-year anniversary of work. She'd giggled and accepted and had giggled even more when I told her I wanted her to look her best.This was a sort of coded phrase we'd developed over the years that let her know that I wanted her to let her exhibitionist streak out once more.I hit the horn outside her house and then jumped out to collect her. The front door was flung open and Kirsty came skipping down the path.I. I quickly selected enough to satisfy the magazine that had sent me the model and put the others aside for now.I was pretty close to finalizing that set when the bell rang. I knew it was my next appointment, Traci, and since she had been to the studio an even dozen times before, I buzzed her in and met her at the top of the stairs.Traci was the very first model on whom I had practice post-hypnotic suggestion and she was still following the instructions she received from me over 14 months.