What are you doing here? And are you smoking?”Now I got scared. Nobody ever came up to the terrace. And it was pretty late in the night. Fuck! I did...n’t want to get kicked out of here. As my mind was racing I still couldn’t shake out the thought that pragati and I were all alone on that roof. (I’d refer to mrs sharma as pragati from now on.)“I’m sorry mrs sharma. I thought you guys were asleep. I’m sorry if I disturbed you. I won’t smoke here again”. I was terrified but tried my best to not show. ” “Yes, Master.” My voice is quivering at the thought of my Master sharing me with a random stranger. I remove my shirt and wonder if he is going to let his complete stranger have me. My master hasn’t taken me yet, has not enjoyed my pussy that I have only shared with one man. This is something that I have saved for my Master since I started my quest to have an affair. If my Master instructs me to fuck this stranger then that is what I will do. The young man is looking at me intently and I. ?Now Ms. Johnson, I’m sure you are wondering why you are here?? As she nodded he continued, ?You recently applied to our surrogacy program and after researching your background, we decided you were a perfect candidate. No one will miss you or even care that you are gone. As to what we do, you see there are a lot of couples out there who would pay anything to have a child, it’s a very lucrative business. However when you have to pay a woman to carry that child you risk losing that profit.. She was long overdue for a night of strong orgasms; her body was basking in rapture, her passion flowed freely. The third time my sister and I had sex that first night, we were having a conversation while fucking slowly, softly. We paused so she could leave Bert a message, she’d be an hour or so late. We changed positions often, we experimented with oral sex, we were ‘feeling each other out’ as she might say. Misha was having spasms, each one gaining in sensual strength, I could feel her next.