Some of might wonder at the strong sexuality a girl as young as myself has for objects of desire, but to play well, the object takes on another roll, ... lover, and as I have loved other girls in a sexual way, so I have lain with my Cello, nude and entwined, using its soft polished edges as if being caressed with fingers, but seeing me with my Cello in those hot moments of utter lovemaking, is perhaps better seen than explained, perhaps that new video camera can be of use now I think about it.I. . um,,how long for?”“What you mean how long for?”“How many hours?” She glanced at me but I tried to keep a straight face, easy enough under the mask.“How many days?”“I bought not rented. You belong to me until I sell you on...”“No,” she said. “I never agreed to that. You can’t.”“I did.”“It’s against the law. You can’t buy a person.”“Why not? Did you say no?”“I was gagged.”“You let them gag you.”“I have a husband, I have children.”“Husband, huh? He'll buy you back maybe? How much you figure. .I mean your cheeks have become red and it really seems as a Goddess has come down on earth.’ She giggled like a teenage girl and said ‘Let’s walk’.The next day as I came out for the walk I saw her already standing outside and as soon as she saw me there was this huge beautiful lovely smile on her face with her dimples going deeper. That very sight made me very excited but I had to control my emotions if I had to make her mine. She was wearing a sleeveless Punjabi dress and no dupatta. Again a. Then I suddenly went to my bench and sat down so that no one notices my the bulge in my pants. After that, frequently I used to think about her and masturbate thinking of fucking her. But one day, on my way home I saw her rushing into her house(she is not married and stays single in her house). I got doubt and silently peeked into the house. Then she started to finger herself and that scene, I will not forget in my life. She removed her saree, then her petticoat, and her pink underwear.After.