We end in close-up on her smiling face.She’s a slimmish woman, neither young, nor old, and neither pretty nor ugly, she’s in that strange mid-grou...d. Old features but young flesh. Shiny – with some small pimples on her forehead suggesting that her body is producing a little too much oil. Based on the way her chest moves within her company branded polo-shirt we’re pretty sure that (a) she has a decent pair of boobs, and (b) she isn’t wearing a bra.Her curly, long blonde hair flops around as she. Her name according to the information that I was reading was Ellie and apparently she was sold to us by her stepfather. A small strip of red tape covered her pussy meaning that she was still a virgin. My staff knew not to use her there as extra would be charged for her first session with a customer who would have to bid for the chance to deflower her. They instead where free to use her other holes and Ellie screamed out in discomfort into the ball-gag in her mouth as the hook was yanked out of. By the time we're fully involved in those there will be six more big ones in the pipeline or my name's not Nick Braithwaite. I'm not keen to take on more Project Managers in the next couple of years after which I hope we can afford them and their associated teams. You guys and your staff are going to be working your socks off. Under those circumstances with all the trust in the world I can't expect you to be foolproof however hard you try. Sally will not be trying to double guess you. She and I. After a year of us “accepting it” we finally came to the conclusion that this wasn’t going to work out sans kids, and we started looking at other options. I didn’t want to adopt. The wait was long, it was really all luck of the draw, and most of all, I wanted MY genes to be in MY kid. Plain and simple. That was when surrogacy was brought up to us and we began the process of finding the perfect surrogate for our child.We flipped through the pamphlet until we both agreed on a girl with a great.