Sophia handed me her phone and gave me a deep kiss. She asked me toplease film everything, and to not stop recording no matter whathappened. I was a l...ttle overwhelmed by what was happening, but I agreed.The doorman and the hotel guest put on masks, and then he leaned in andwhispered something into Sophia's ear. A physical change rippled throughher body. She fell to the ground, and when she next looked up, she wassomething feral. She whimpered in her need to be fucked.I recorded everything. I. “Seven on the dot. Punctual as always Paul.”“You might stop employing me otherwise” he laughed. “That the bitch ?” another Englishman, his accent less upper crust.The Englishman nodded “You have the instructions ? How long ?”“Yup. About two to three hours. Normally I would suggest several sessions but in these special cases where the whore is of no concern…”Jean’s hopes at his comments disappeared. When she first heard his accent she had believed he might help her, his attitude and words. " And what Mr. Smith had in mind went wellbeyond mere pats.During their first meeting, Reginald had offered Victoria a glass oficed tea to break the ice, to help them "connect as people before wehave to worry about being therapist and patient." The carefullyformulated concoction soon had Victoria dozing in a highly suggestablestate - precisely where the very talented hypno-therapist wanted her.A few more sessions and Mr Smith would have his lovely wife preciselywhere he wanted her. Reginald. As nothing was happening I thought of something.She always used to come and wake us up in the morning.So one fine morning when she came in my room to wake me up.I was purposely lying naked on the bed with my morning erection. She saw my dick and was shocked… I was watching her expression by slightly opening my eyes.I thought she will go out but instead she came closer. My heart beat started rising.She bent down on her knees and hold my dick. Her hand felt so good.Then she started stroking it. I.