I bought a large wide brimmed hat for the girl, and had her put it on right away. I didn't want her to burn in the hot middle eastern sun. The hat cost more than she did.

The market sold everything, and anything that could be bought and sold. From women to watches, and socks to sex. Even deeds to those things too big to fit under the colorful awnings that every shop and stall sported, such as land and vehicles. You could also buy food other than the two legged variety. I had the food carry the non-walking food I bought as I looked for veal.

Well, the 'right' veal. I got the feeling Debby wanted me to choose a young girl that I would find attractive. The problem was, I needed tits and curves to be attracted to a female. Which was what was making it so hard to find the right one. I mean, if it was just a matter of one that looked tasty, or was the right size for a particular dish, it would have taken me just minutes to find something that fit the bill. It would have to be a girls that was a little older than most veal that I'd normally find in the market.

Veal that was aged five to eight years old were very common, and young women from fifteen and up being the same. Girls that fell between those two groups were, for some reason, very rarely seen on the market as food. So for now, I just window shopped the veal that WAS on display. For example; at one stall I stopped at, an older woman looked to be keeping the business in the family. All the girls seemed to be either her daughters or grand daughters, all nude and smiling at the crowd of shoppers flowing by.

Though the saleswoman was the oldest, and the only one wearing cloths of the entire lot, she was most likely only in her late forties, and still well put together, with large breasts, slim waist, wide hips, and long wavy black hair. The next youngest was a spitting image of her, just a dozen or so years her junior. The next, a set of twins that looked a year or two younger, then all the rest were a group of ten or twelve veal aged girls from about eight, down to a set of twin toddlers, no older than two or three years old. It was hard to get a good tally of their numbers, because like with most kids those ages, they never seemed to sit still, unless they were sleeping.

After talking with the matron of the stall full of relatives, I learned that they had rented the stall, and were trying to make enough to buy a new apartment. It turned out they were only a small part of a much larger group of women. Even if they didn't raise enough money, they would at least reduce the strain on the others in the group.

While I talked with her, I idly checked the quality of her wares, picking up one of the twin toddlers and kneading her flesh. She was a well fed little thing, with a nice layer of baby fat, giving her chubby cheeks and round bottom. Even her tiny filet was chubby, and she even reacted favorably as I was inspecting it, by growing slightly moist and cooing happily. Then I moved on to one of the older girls who had caught my eye when I noticed her fingering herself as she stared at me with a big smile as she watched me check out her sister's(?) filet.

I stood right in front of the horny little six year old (so said the sign next to her), then asked her “Are you tenderizing your filet to make it taste better?”

She gave me a shy nod, but never stopped her self exploration.

“Well, have you made yourself cum yet? Cumming is what will make it taste the best, you know.”

“No.” Then after a thoughtful pause; “Is cumming the same as 'the tingles' my older sister told me about?”

“That's right. If it's okay with your gran, I could try helping you get 'the tingles' if you want.”

She looked eagerly to the still pretty 'gran', and got a nod of approval. She turned back to me with a look of anticipation lighting up her face, and after I patted the counter top, she hopped up and spread her short little legs for me.

I replaced her little fingers with my much larger ones, as I gently traced her hairless slit, using my thumb to rub her tiny clit. In only a few moments of attention from me, I could feel her getting moist, so I started to work my middle finger between her puffy little lips, then into her virgin cunt. I slowly stretched out the delicate ring of her maidenhead, until the first knuckle of my finger slipped inside her hot tunnel.

She was so tight and small, her passage felt like a fist around the end of my finger! Her breathing was growing quicker as I wiggled the tip of my finger in her, and she'd twitch once in a while.

I didn't want to cause her any pain, so I took it slow. As I worked to get deeper, not only where all her siblings avidly watching her squirm and occasionally squeak, but I noticed some of my fellow shoppers were pausing to watch the show.

This was pretty common. Even I was guilty of using the market as cheap entertainment, weather it was a pretty meat-girl pleasuring herself as she waited to be bought or butchered, to once watching a young girl of no more than twelve, feed herself into a meat grinder one limb at a time and not once even wince in pain. Shows like the one I and this veal were putting on were so common, only a dozen people found it interesting enough to do more than glance at what was going on.

After ten minutes of patient work, I finally worked my entire digit into her, and was finally able to start working her little cunnie. At first, I just flexed my finger inside her, letting her get used to having something so much larger than her own slim fingers playing with her tight tunnel. Once she relaxed enough to start enjoying it, I drew my finger back out, until just the tip of my finger was inside, then I started stroking in and out.

While I worked on her filet, I didn't watch what I was doing, I watched her face. Everything I was doing between her legs was mirrored in its own way on her face. Her face was so mobile, and her expressions so extreme, that I had to hold back laughter a couple times. When this veal liked or disliked something, there was no doubt about which it was. All you had to do was look to her face to read her mind.

A few minutes later, she came for the first time in her life. Her mouth fell open, her eyes crossed and she let out an adorable little squealing cry of surprise. She even squirted! I let out a laugh that came right from my belly. The crowd around us, and even the pregnant sow I'd purchased, all laughed or clapped at the little girl's climactic and very dramatic performance.

Before anyone else could buy her, I quickly paid the full asking price of two credits for the entertaining child. Not because I'd be eating her, but I knew she'd make a great toy for my kids. And if they broke her, we could always cook her as a mid day snack for the family.

I stamped her on the thigh with my seal as I'd done with my other purchases, and my hunt for ingredients continued.