We go about this surrogacy as planned and as normal. Indian sex I leaned in, squeezing her perfect breasts hard, making her moan as I pinched the nipples, then I braced my hand against her smooth, toned belly. We flipped through the pamphlet until we both agreed on a girl with a great profile. It smelled delicious. “I’m going to move my hand” I said, “If I do, you have to promise you’ll be quiet, or I’ll gag you.”
She nodded frantically and I removed my hand from her mouth. She gasped out but stayed silent apart from breathing heavily while I adjusted myself, sliding the covers down to reveal her named body. That was when surrogacy was brought up to us and we began the process of finding the perfect surrogate for our child. I’m not a young man, but when I sat in the doctors office with my wife as our doctor told us we couldn’t conceive, I had never felt so old. Unbuckling the belt, I tightened it around her throat and she panicked, reaching out to grasp at her leash. I pushed her hands aside before flipping her over and pulling her up to all fours. When I went to make the call, I couldn’t do it.
