For those who don’t know me, I am from Kolkata and have written 2 more stories which you can read by clicking on my profile just below the title of ...his story.So without wasting any time, let’s get started. It was a family function and as usual, I was having a gala time with my cousins. Suddenly I saw a beautiful girl entering the banquet hall. Let me describe her, she was wearing a black saree with matching sleeveless blouse.I was staring at her for a few seconds then my aunt (mom’s sister). They could look and take pictures, but they couldn't touch. They could ask the child to pose however they wanted, but they couldn't do what they really desired. That act, that treasure, would cost them dearly.Christina started getting visits from a couple of men a week, and most of them were kind to her, even if their demands made her feel weird. Some of them brought little tiny cameras, some brought big cameras and lots of lights, new dresses and funny underwear. Her mother was always there,. Maria sat quietly on a cushion, aware she could not escape, and stunned her fears had been confirmed. Not a man. But not a woman.The door opened to admit a pile of chestnut hair. "Irene? Bring Maria to Packing in fifteen minutes. The truck will be here for her at ten." Yes, Miz Costello." The door closed. "Well Maria, it looks like your big day has arrived. Off to the airport, a short flight, and then vos Senores nuevos claim you. You may even serve them dinner tonight."Maria looked up, eyes. As I pushed my fingers in and out I began a new assault on her clit, swirling my tongue around and around as I sucked firmly on her little pleasure nub. Kayko did not last long before her second orgasm hit her like a boulder falling off a sky scraper. Her whole body tensed up and her legs shook, and I could feel her pussy tighten around my finger as wave after wave surged through her. Gasps and partial moans resonated from her throat as the tidal wave of pleasure consumed her. Her sweet nectar.