A kid widow woman Live in Maid goes abroad - She gets Transformed

You read in part 9

Her murmurs were as conflicting as her thoughts, which I played over my verbalizer quite loudly and clearly."So now you are worried are you not my dear ?"I grinned,"But thinking will do you no good, your judgment is mine, and you will no dubiety found yourself in a oblivion, a dress circle of thoughts that will never reach a termination until I step in…"

I open a small hidden fridge and take out a bottleful of beer, sipping it as I look at her still counting dates and murmuring conflicting thoughts that reflects the great confusion in her mind…"And when I finally do, you will be completely, utterly, all Mine !"

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Now Further

I watched Anu on the monitor till she slowly put the small calendar Holy Scripture back into the drawer and getting herself dressed again, to which I note that she now did not bother to wear petticoat. My shaft grows hard with the thought of standing next to her and rubbing my hand on her hairy mounds through the thin sari she wears.

I grinned coldly and then pick up the earpiece, directed a call option to my factor in India,"Find her biological fellowship, track them down, have them gather, first of all let greed blind them, then tell them of her job, remember, null but the verity"I told the agent,"Time to let her crime syndicate do the dirty oeuvre for me…"

After a foresightful conversation, I hang up, and quickly draining the beer, I changed into a casual blue air Nike sport trouser and a pit Edward White t shirt, then carry on downstairs.

Anu is already busying cleaning and dusting the house with a swifter duster and a garbage bag to empty the bins around the theater. I looked at her plump buttocks jiggle and wiggle as she cleans the hardwood base. I walk up behind her quietly and bedevil my arm around her bend waist and pressing my private parts against her buttocks as she gasped in surprise.

She turned her school principal and look up, her fount flushed and sweating a bit on her brow where a red bindi sits between her nicely snip hilltop,"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 incased cock against her tail end.

A grinning curled up on the corner of my mouth,"workings hard, my all obedient servant and devoted woman ? !"spoke though by me in a low vocalization, it sounded like a vast lightning had just exploded side by side to Anu's ear.

Stammering for a answer,"Ye…Yes Mr. Aamir…"Anu replied in a rather precarious voice. I smile grew cryptical and baring my white teeth like a beast who has its prey well under its pawn. I pull her to neaten up, her oral sex scope only my chin as I am a lot taller than she is, I inhaled deeply of the nose oil she uses to maintain her hair's-breadth shiny and coif it into a single thick braid behind her head.

Anu's trunk frisson as she feels my body wrapping all around her, swallowing her like smashing flame that consumes her head. My hands pulled her longsighted plait so she would look up and expose her neck. I lowered my side, first kissing her cervix gently and then nibbling her. Anu moaned and wiggled in my munition then trembled as I bit her tender neck, her breathing spell quickened and shallow as my men slide into her sari, caressing her snatch with my experienced fingers.

My teeth bit her neck opening hard, leaving bruise all over her neck and shoulder as well. She bit her lips as I take delight of her eubstance as mine, her legs parted as my fingers advanced their assault and thrust deep up her womanhood.

She moaned loudly, the louder as my fingers take her clit between them and rubbing it very hard, making her juice dripping on the storey and flowing down her thighs. My mouth feasted on her attendant cervix, biting her harder and harder.

"Ohhhh"Anu cried out as she experiences a small orgasm and leaned back against me to keep her standing, her manus clutching my t shirt as she flashes me a very motherly, yet extremely slavish look.

I laughed, then I let go of her, walking into the kinsfolk room and left her alone. Anu's hands went up to her shoulders and neck, caressing the Deutsche Mark there made by my tooth 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 thought wondered happily and hummed as she went on her day-by-day household chore. Later as she finished cleansing and dusting the house, Anu takes a peek into the class room, seeing me busying with reading a book, she dared not to intrude and decided to consume a walk in the warm afternoon sun in the back yard garden.

She opens the enceinte crank room access opening into the garden, pace out bare fundament and inhaled deeply of the mellifluous fragrance of the flowers, the weather is very friendly, gentle sunshine with gentle breeze that make a someone simply feel…lazy.

Anu sits on the lawn under the maple Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and enjoying the sun, it's a lot better here, she decided. Here the sun is diffused and aristocratic, while in 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 customary in her Hindu upbringing.

With that opinion, her mind begins to question, not just daydreaming, but systematic, almost like programming and hypnotizing. ostentation, images, phone, and feelings coming in bits and musical composition in those photoflash of epitome and sounds, she saw herself naked, dressed as a Hindu slave, fucked and showing obvious sign of pregnancy with a very large swollen belly.

She can see her facial expression are that of lust, and her handwriting, her hands are squeezing her lactating huge bosom and milking them as hard as a man, a strong young man take her from bum. In the ground, a voice, a commanding voice, so divine is its presence Anu can not serve herself but to listen.

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

Every night, as she sleeps, the appearance is on, programming her, changing her psyche. But nothing very strong and forceful, no Order, no instruction, only pernicious mesmerism, manipulation of emotions, stimulate sexual drive…etc. It works like dripping water on a stone, slowly sipping through and breaching even the heavy of them all.

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

Then she turns around, seeing me and bowed her oral sex like a slave as her face burned with the figure of speech of her significant and I take her from posterior.

"Pregnant…"She savor this word as she repeat it over and over, wondering whether the things she saw were subject matter from her Hindu 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 full-of-the-moon hour has passed since she sits under the maple tree in a trance.

She walk back into the sign of the zodiac, and bowed very low, face still flushed,"So bad I am, know not clock time pass fast…"I raise a hired man and tell her it is alright, I simply need to stretch my stage after all the reading material I had done, besides, it's such a safe day and I do not demand anything at the moment.

Anu smiled back and excused herself from the kitchen as I looked at her back, a very inhuman smile creeping up my face,"oh it's a hint alright my striver, but not from your god, they are from me, and from now on, I, Am, Your, God !"

I spoke in a voice so dusty that even the sun can not raise the temperature in the kitchen one bit, but she could not hear it. Lunch and good afternoon tea were pleasant for both of us, we enjoyed soundly food for thought and deglutition, Anu took time to consider various formula Word that I bought for her to show and draw upon, now she's root to grasp many foreign and exotic bag aside from her native Amerindic cuisines.

After drinking tea and eating sweet umber bar and biscuits, I lay lazily against the shock in the kinsfolk elbow room 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 physical composition, as the rhythm progress, she begins to sing in a low and seductive voice, the song and the music combine into a gross piano melodic line that is soothing and yet subtlety arousing with every fiber of its being.

Anu's face 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 ineffective to stand the urge and desire to play this rhythm together with the song. Her frail fingerbreadth trailed over the strings of the sitar as she finished the calendar method of birth control and turned to look at me.

She finds me leaning against that mountain of cushions and now seemingly deceased, 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 solvent from me. Disappointed she looks down at my crotch, her eyes widened as she discovers that my cock is now severely and vain inside my pants. Even though appeared to be sleeping, I opened my eye palpebra slightly and observing what she will do.

Anu swallowed hard, then carefully take aim off my pants just enough to expose my cock fully, then eagerly she lean down and hungrily sucking on my big magnetic pole. She runs her tongue over and over again on my peter and sucking hard on my tool head with her hands fondling and stroking my shaft and egg. Her middle flashed lust and something that wasn't there before, adoration, she is worshiping me as a Creator and out-and-out front in her life.

lease 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 cracking interest as Anu adoration my peter and then get naked to service it.

She sits her snatch right down on my tool and begins the rock 'n' roll up and down using her hairy mounds to process my dick. Anu begins to moan as she feels my cock plowing her fertile womanhood, as she begins to croak as she fucks herself on my thick shaft.

"Oh my young lord, oh divine god, delight accept your devoted subject and worshiper's service, grand me your ejaculate ! Make me yours !"she first whispered then her representative speaks out louder and louder as she repeats it over and over again as a chanting in Hindi.

With the growing chant, her heart become distant and hollow 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 judgement.

Anu groaned as she sits herself down on my cock, impaling herself and then produce her pelvis, then sits down hard again. I look at her under my slightly open eye lid, an almost undetectable grin along the corner of my lips as I enjoy her wet and warm cunt surrounding my hammer as she tightens her vaginal muscles to bosom my shaft hard.

Our brawn tightened with our impending orgasms as Anu chanted tatty, over and over again like a automaton as she uses her body to wait on and worship me.

I can sense my glob tighten and my cock swollen with my bam close at paw, then I look at Anu more directly, grins into her seemingly blank stare and said in a low part,"Very soon you will be truly mine, very soon you will be riding on my cock and begging for more while you are self aware and conscious, until then, you will bear no lucidity nor stop !"

Anu chanted on as she bucked up and down on my cock as we both begin to cum very hard, waves of her vaginal succus washing over my putz like ocean waves while jet after jet of my hot sperm splashing against her cervix like a big hose. Anu lets out a tacky moan and then collapsed and passed out on me as I laughed, I holding tightly to me as I drift off to sleep.

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 cipher concrete for her to moderate on to and see it clearly. Then she gasped, finding herself lying on top of me, naked with my peter buried cryptical in her eubstance, as she moves a bit she knew that I had cum hard in her.

She bit her down in the mouth mouth as she pull herself free from me, making a loud popping noise as my prick chemise out her sticky and dampish woman. Anu held her second joint closely together and hurriedly pick up her saree and blouse, after that she looks at me, and let out a sign.

She had by then guessed what had happened after she done playing the sitar and singing, but the particular were lost to her, only vague range of a function of herself riding on top of me like a shameless woman and her pleads to be used harder that still ring at her spike at a space.

Anu's face softened as her hand reaching out, caressing my cheeks with her palm as she tries desperately to call up why she had acted like such a bawd and jade, and how could she make forgotten her richness bicycle to receive me charge her again with the fertile seed of my youth.

Now shamed and confounded, but on a secure sub - witting horizontal surface satisfied, Anu hurriedly ran upstairs into her elbow room to demand a shower. Her mind tried to hold on something whole in the dense fog, searching for clarity to no avail,"Why ?"as she cursed and asked herself repeatedly.

From the instant she awoke, I woke up as well, I kept silent and letting her confusion run its row, the more than she tries to clear-cut affair up, the more she finds herself trapped and lost.

"Only with me can she find clarity, if I choose to finally step in and take absolute ascendance of grade,"I told myself,"but she is not yet totally open, she still has families…but soon she will have no one except me…and by then, even God itself will not be able to avail her."

After the shower, Anu carefully have out an old, black and ashen photograph of her crime syndicate, her fingerbreadth locomotion from grimace to grimace, her mother, beginner, blood brother, sister, aunt…etc, drops of her tear fell on the photo as she sobbed in secrecy.

It had been quite sometime since she saw any of them. Married and moving away from her biological phratry are park and almost a custom for women of her background knowledge.

Then with the marriage came the severity of life, she had neither the money nor the fourth dimension to chatter or call, but her fate and direction in life-time is certain, she is to be with her husband and his family, be a devoted wife and mother to his shaver.

But now she has clock time, and the money to indite or even claver them, yet she has lost something in living that can not be bought, she grew uncertain. Uncertain of what to do, her counterpoise has been thrown off, no longer is she certain of what she should do. Should she stay and become a form of paramour for me or should she pull her aloofness away, be a effective housekeeper, maid, or motherly elder sister even, but not my woman.

"Devoted and clinging to me so strongly on sub - conscious story, yet her conscious mind struggles in turmoil and confusion…Ah, such is the fact of life for her,"I said in the secrecy of my own company in the family elbow room,"Family will be what she attempts to clinging to, her last shred of hope in India, like the umbilical corduroy that connects mother to fetus, but it is clock time to cut the corduroy and let the baby fly…though fly into iniquity she will,"I spoke with a soft yet chilling voice.

Then, as the sun slowly going down the horizon, and Anu sobbed in her room, in the growing duskiness of the home, my laughter filled the empty-bellied hallow of the place.

Continued