Would you like breakfast inthe room still? We can send the letter up with the service..."Simon panicked. "Thanks...erm... can I call back to confirm m...y order?" Of course Sir." And the phone went dead.Simon bolted upright! Placing his feet on the floor he stood up quicklyswaying slightly due to the tall heels and a light head. Making his wayto the mirror, he stared at his reflection as he saw nothing had changed.His hair was messy but the makeup was still that of the perfect slut. Helooked. Most nights he sleeps in his recliner. There are no positions we can be in that he can maintain for more than a few seconds and when it becomes painful…” and her finger made a drooping gesture. Before I could respond, she continued, “Rob and I have talked a lot about this, and we’ve come to the conclusion that what we need is a surrogate husband. Of all our friends, we’ve decided you are probably the best choice. We believe you’ll be discreet, I find you attractive, and Joanne has hinted. My thick lips are one of my most alluring facial features. I my self, think they are so sexy. My caramel colored skin comes from both my Puerto Rican mother and my black father.My husband, Danny, is white some times I wonder what I saw in him. But then I remember how he is so good to me. Sometimes he goes out of his way to me, me feel like I am the most important thing in the world to him. He is a dream stud, with his dirty blond hair, and well chiseled facial features. His green eyes are one. He and I had some great fun experimenting with clothes and make up whilst swapping outfits with his sisters.It was strange how he always wanted to share my more intimate moments with Christine and Nicholas as I breast fed them. I could tell that he was hugely interested in this very feminine function and he often caressed his own tender budding aching breasts as they slowly filled his new bra. It intrigued me that Bernard was more interested in the babies than his two sisters.Eventually the two.