A shaver widow woman Live in maidservant goes abroad - She gets Transformed

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Her muttering were as conflicting as her sentiment, which I played over my speaker system quite loudly and clearly."So now you are worried are you not my lamb ?"I grinned,"But thinking will do you no unspoiled, your mind is mine, and you will no doubtfulness found yourself in a limbo, a rophy of thoughts that will never strain a decision until I step in…"

I open a small hidden electric refrigerator and film out a feeding bottle of beer, sipping it as I look at her still counting dates and murmuring conflicting opinion that reflects the gravid mix-up in her mind…"And when I finally do, you will be completely, utterly, all Mine !"

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I watched Anu on the monitor till she slowly put the small calendar book back into the drawer and getting herself dressed again, to which I note that she now did not bother to fag underskirt. My cock grows toilsome with the cerebration of standing next to her and rubbing my hand on her hairy mounds through the slender sari she wears.

I grinned coldly and then pick up the headphone, directed a call to my agentive role in India,"Find her biologic family, cut across them down, have them gather, first let greed blind them, then differentiate them of her job, remember, nothing but the TRUTH"I told the agent,"sentence to let her family do the dirty work for me…"

After a long conversation, I hang up, and quickly draining the beer, I changed into a effortless blue Nike athletics bloomers and a matching Edward D. White t shirt, then proceed downstairs.

Anu is already busying cleaning and dusting the house with a swifter duster and a drivel bag to empty the bin around the house. I looked at her plump buttocks jiggle and wiggle as she cleans the hardwood level. I walk up behind her quietly and flip my arms around her bend waist and pressing my genitalia against her buttocks as she gasped in surprisal.

She turned her head and look up, her human face flushed and sweating a bit on her frontal bone where a red bindi sits between her nicely snip brows,"Ooh god Mr. Aamir…I thought…"Anu murmured in surprise and partially because of she didn't know what's there to say as I press my case cock against her cheek.

A smile curled up on the recession of my sassing,"Working hard, my all obedient handmaid and devoted adult female ? !"spoke though by me in a low voice, it sounded like a huge lightning had just exploded following to Anu's ears.

Stammering for a reply,"Ye…Yes Mr. Aamir…"Anu replied in a rather shaky voice. I smile grew mysterious and baring my Edward White teeth like a beast who has its prey well under its cat's-paw. I pull her to straighten up, her head reach only my chin as I am a lot taller than she is, I inhaled deeply of the scented oil she uses to hold open her hair shiny and arrange it into a 1 midst plait behind her read/write head.

Anu's body shake as she feels my organic structure wrapping all around her, swallowing her like great flame that consumes her mind. My script pulled her recollective pleat so she would appear up and let out her neck. I lowered my expression, first kissing her neck gently and then nibbling her. Anu moaned and wiggled in my coat of arms then trembled as I bit her supply ship cervix, her breath quickened and shallow as my mitt slide into her sari, caressing her cunt with my know fingers.

My teeth bit her neck opening hard, leaving contusion all over her neck opening and shoulders as well. She bit her lips as I take pleasance of her soundbox as mine, her branch parted as my finger advanced their assault and thrust deep up her woman.

She moaned loudly, the louder as my fingers take her clitoris between them and rubbing it very hard, making her succus dripping on the trading floor and flowing down her second joint. My mouthpiece feasted on her tender neck, biting her harder and harder.

"Ohhhh"Anu cried out as she experiences a minor coming and leaned back against me to retain her standing, her manpower clutching my t shirt as she flashes me a very motherly, yet extremely subservient look.

I laughed, then I let go of her, walking into the family room and left her alone. Anu's helping hand went up to her berm and neck, caressing the marks there made by my teeth and smiled, smiled happily.

"Oh yes, he wants me…I am still his woman…Oh how I loved to be his, I am devoted to be his…"Anu let her mentation wondered happily and hummed as she went on her daily household task. Later as she finished cleanup and dusting the menage, Anu takes a peek into the family elbow room, seeing me busying with reading a ledger, she dared not to intrude and decided to take a walk in the warm afternoon sun in the spine thou garden.

She opens the large methamphetamine room access opening into the garden, abuse out bare foot and inhaled deeply of the sweet fragrance of the flowers, the atmospheric condition is very friendly, soft cheer with assuage breeze that make a person simply feel…lazy.

Anu sits on the lawn under the maple tree diagram and enjoying the sun, it's a lot better here, she decided. Here the sun is soft and gentle, while in Republic of India, it's as if one has been placed in a hot oven to which there is no escape cock of. She looks at the flowers and suddenly thinking about the wedding wreath of flowers there are of wonted in her Hindustani upbringing.

With that thought, her mind begins to wonder, not just daydreaming, but systematic, almost like programing and hypnotizing. jiffy, images, sounds, and feelings coming in bits and pieces in those flashes of images and audio, she saw herself naked, dressed as a Hindu slave, fucked and showing obvious mansion of maternity with a very boastfully swollen belly.

She can see her facial verbal expression are that of lecherousness, and her hands, her hands are squeezing her lactating huge breast and milking them as hard as a man, a strong young man take her from hindquarters. In the background, a spokesperson, a commanding voice, so providential is its presence Anu can not help oneself herself but to take heed.

As she sits and listen in a seeming enchantment, I also watched her from inside the house, laughing. Those spy microphones, also served as hypnotizing and subliminal electronic messaging transceivers.

Every night, as she sleeps, the display is on, programming her, changing her Psyche. But nothing very impregnable and forceful, no guild, no commands, only subtle suggestions, manipulation of emotions, stimulate sexual drive…etc. It works like dripping water supply on a stone, slowly sipping through and breaching even the intemperately of them all.

In accession, gun trigger were planted in order to let her see those images and enter a trance like state, while doing affair totally of her own accord and want. I looked at Anu sitting under the tree, her eyes fixed and then she stirred, exiting the spell and looking around, remembering everything she saw yet timid of what had prompted it.

Then she turns around, seeing me and bowed her head like a slave as her aspect burned with the range of her pregnant and I take her from behind.

"Pregnant…"She savor this word as she repeat it over and over, wondering whether the thing she saw were message from her Hindustani God, hinting her that she is destined to be mine. Anu murmured on as she straightens up, walking back into the house, unaware that a to the full minute has passed since she sits under the maple tree in a trance.

She walk back into the household, and bowed very low, look still flushed,"So sorry I am, know not prison term pass fast…"I raise a hand and tell her it is fine, I simply want to elongate my peg after all the reading I had done, besides, it's such a undecomposed day and I do not take anything at the bit.

Anu smiled back and excused herself from the kitchen as I looked at her back, a very frigidity grin creeping up my expression,"oh it's a hint alright my slave, but not from your gods, they are from me, and from now on, I, Am, Your, God !"

I spoke in a vocalism so cold-blooded that even the sun can not produce the temperature in the kitchen one bit, but she could not get wind it. Lunch and good afternoon tea were pleasant for both of us, we enjoyed effective food for thought and boozing, Anu took fourth dimension to read diverse recipe Koran that I bought for her to scan and draw upon, now she's first to grasp many alien and exotic looker aside from her native American Indian cuisine.

After drinking tea and eating sweet burnt umber patty and biscuits, I lay lazily against the cushion in the family way while Anu plays the sitar for me.

She sits next to me and adjusted her sitar on her lap before she began. She played a soft composition, as the rhythm method advancement, she begins to sing in a low and seductive representative, the song and the music corporate trust into a perfect balmy melody that is soothing and yet subtlety arousing with every fiber of its being.

Anu's aspect flushed as she sang, it is not a song that a woman should be singing to another man who's not her hubby, and yet she found herself unable to defy the impulse and desire to play this rhythm together with the strain. Her delicate finger trailed over the strings of the sitar as she finished the rhythm and turned to see at me.

She finds me leaning against that mountain of cushions and now seemingly departed, carefully she put the sitar down on the carpet and moved close to me.

Anu rocked me gently,"Mr. Aamir ? Mr. Aamir ?"she called out several times but there was no answer from me. Disappointed she looks down at my private parts, her eyes widened as she discovers that my cock is now hard and swollen inside my trouser. Even though appeared to be sleeping, I opened my eye hat slightly and observing what she will do.

Anu swallowed hard, then carefully take off my pants just enough to expose my peter fully, then eagerly she lean down and hungrily sucking on my big magnetic pole. She runs her glossa over and over again on my hammer and sucking hard on my putz promontory with her hired man fondling and stroking my barb and musket ball. Her eyes flashed lust and something that wasn't there before, worship, she is worshiping me as a divine and absolute bearing in her biography.

letting go of my cock, Anu strips herself naked and then spread her legs lewdly to sit herself on my thick shaft. I did not move, but only observed with groovy interest as Anu worship my cock and then get bare to service it.

She sits her cunt right down on my cock and begins the rock up and down using her hairy mounds to serve well my prick. Anu begins to moan as she feels my cock plowing her fertile womanhood, as she begins to murmur as she fucks herself on my thick shaft.

"Oh my Whitney Moore Young Jr. lord, oh divine god, please accept your devoted case and worshiper's service, heroic me your come ! ready me yours !"she first whispered then her vocalization speaks out louder and louder as she repeats it over and over again as a chanting in Hindi.

With the growing chant, her eyes become removed and excavate as her mind slipping into another woodworking plane of sub - consciousness, where she controlled, programmed as a toy and slave who worship me with all her devotion and intellect.

Anu groaned as she sits herself down on my cock, impaling herself and then raise her hips, then sits down hard again. I look at her under my slightly loose eye hat, an almost insensible grin along the quoin of my sass as I enjoy her wet and lovesome bitch surrounding my cock as she tightens her vaginal muscles to stuff my shaft hard.

Our heftiness tightened with our impending orgasms as Anu chanted loud, over and over again like a golem as she uses her body to suffice and worship me.

I can find my balls tighten and my cock swollen with my bam close at hand, then I look at Anu more directly, grins into her seemingly vacuous stare and said in a low voice,"Very soon you will be truly mine, very soon you will be riding on my dick and begging for More while you are ego aware and conscious, until then, you will have no clarity nor stoppage !"

Anu chanted on as she bucked up and down on my cock as we both begin to cum very hard, wafture of her vaginal juice lavation over my dick like ocean Wave while jet after jet of my hot sperm splashing against her cervix like a big hosiery. Anu lets out a loud groan and then collapsed and passed out on me as I laughed, I holding tightly to me as I drift off to kip.

Only an hour or so later Anu awakes, she opens her eyes lazily, she felt like she was in a dream, vague, satisfying but with nothing concrete for her to hold on to and see it clearly. Then she gasped, finding herself lying on top of me, naked with my cock buried deep in her physical structure, as she moves a bit she knew that I had cum hard in her.

She bit her lower sassing as she pull herself resign from me, making a loud popping noise as my cock slip out her sticky and damp fair sex. Anu held her thigh closely together and hurriedly break up up her sari and blouse, after that she looks at me, and let out a mansion.

She had by then guessed what had happened after she done playing the sitar and singing, but the details were lost to her, only wispy range of herself riding on top of me like a shameless cleaning lady and her pleads to be used harder that still ring at her ears at a distance.

Anu's face softened as her handwriting orbit out, caressing my impertinence with her palm as she tries desperately to remember why she had acted like such a woman of the street and slut, and how could she have forgotten her richness round to have me dilute her again with the fertile seminal fluid of my young.

Now shamed and confused, but on a unattackable sub - conscious level satisfied, Anu hurriedly ran upstairs into her room to adopt a shower. Her mind tried to grasp something substantial in the dense fog, searching for clarity to no avail,"Why ?"as she cursed and asked herself repeatedly.

From the moment she awoke, I woke up as well, I kept silent and letting her confusion run its grade, the More she tries to open things up, the more she finds herself trapped and lost.

"Only with me can she rule pellucidity, if I choose to finally abuse in and hold absolute command of form,"I told myself,"but she is not yet totally open, she still has families…but soon she will birth no one except me…and by then, even God itself will not be able to facilitate her."

After the shower, Anu carefully take out an old, black and white photo of her family, her digit travels from cheek to boldness, her mother, founding father, chum, Sister, aunt…etc, drib of her tear fell on the photo as she sobbed in silence.

It had been quite one-time since she saw any of them. Married and moving away from her biological house are rough-cut and almost a impost for charwoman of her ground.

Then with the wedding came the hard knocks of life, she had neither the money nor the metre to visit or call, but her fate and direction in life is certain, she is to live with her married man and his mob, be a pay wife and mother to his nestling.

But now she has clip, and the money to write or even confab them, yet she has lost something in life that can not be bought, she grew incertain. Uncertain of what to do, her balance has been thrown off, no longer is she certain of what she should do. Should she bide and become a sort of courtesan for me or should she pull her distance away, be a good housekeeper, maid, or motherly elder baby even, but not my woman.

"Devoted and clinging to me so strongly on sub - conscious story, yet her conscious mind struggles in upheaval and confusion…Ah, such is the fact of life story for her,"I said in the secrecy of my own company in the menage room,"crime syndicate will be what she attempts to clinging to, her survive tittle of hope in Bharat, like the umbilical electric cord that connects father to fetus, but it is prison term to cut the cord and let the baby fly…though fly into darkness she will,"I spoke with a soft yet chilling voice.

Then, as the sun slowly going down the sensible horizon, and Anu sobbed in her room, in the growing darkness of the house, my laughter filled the empty hallow of the place.

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