Beginning of a long journey

You are too beautiful and too feminine to keep only for ourselves,” Arjun told me one night while I knelt before him in full bridal attire, my massive breasts heaving. “We are turning you into a high-end escort. Our exclusive, luxury Indian bride who will serve wealthy clients — but you will always belong to this family first.”
They trained me rigorously. I learned to seduce in sarees, lehenga cholis, and modern designer wear. My exotic nath and enormous estrogen-enhanced breasts became my signature. Clients paid premium rates for nights with “Rani,” the mysterious, busty, pierced-nose South Indian escort who arrived looking like a royal bride.
The family rituals continued alongside my new profession. On weekends I would return home after escorting rich businessmen or NRIs, still dressed elegantly, and immediately enter the Breeding Ritual. I would fuck Meena for long, passionate sessions — missionary, doggy, and riding — while my heavy tits bounced wildly. I would breed Priya while she rubbed her pregnant belly, and take Anika again and again, often with Arjun fucking my ass at the same time.
After satisfying clients, I would come home and eat cum from the pregnant women’s pussies, offer my used hole to Arjun, and let the women worship my massive, sensitive breasts.
I had become the perfect family asset: their feminized, busty Indian bride with the exotic pearl-and-ruby nath, enormous DD tits spilling out of tight blouses, and a thriving high-end escort career that brought wealth and status to the family. Every night, whether with a client or in the family bed, I remained their good girl — dressed, pierced, bred, and completely owned.