A nestling widow woman Live in maiden goes abroad - She gets Transformed

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Her murmurs were as conflicting as her thoughts, which I played over my Speaker quite loudly and clearly."So now you are disturbed are you not my dear ?"I grinned,"But thinking will do you no good, your brain is mine, and you will no doubtfulness found yourself in a limbo, a circle of thoughts that will never extend to a finish until I step in…"

I open a small hidden fridge and take out a nursing bottle 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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I watched Anu on the monitor lizard till she slowly put the minuscule calendar book back into the draftsman and getting herself dressed again, to which I note that she now did not irritate 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 earphone, directed a outcry to my agent in India,"discovery her biological syndicate, pass over them down, have them gather, world-class let greed blind them, then tell them of her job, think back, nothing but the accuracy"I told the federal agent,"time to let her kinfolk do the dirty study for me…"

After a longsighted conversation, I hang up, and quickly draining the beer, I changed into a casual blue Nike sportsman bloomers and a matching Andrew D. White t shirt, then proceed downstairs.

Anu is already busying cleaning and dusting the house with a swifter duster and a scraps bag to empty the bins around the theatre. I looked at her plump buttocks jiggle and wiggle as she cleans the hardwood floor. I walk up behind her quietly and throw my blazonry around her bend waist and pressing my crotch against her buttocks as she gasped in surprise.

She turned her head and bet up, her face flushed and sweating a bit on her forehead where a red bindi sits between her nicely trimmed 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 encased cock against her buttocks.

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

Stammering for a response,"Ye…Yes Mr. Aamir…"Anu replied in a rather shaky voice. I smile grew deeper and baring my White person tooth like a beast who has its quarry well under its pawns. I pull her to neaten up, her straits reach only my chin as I am a lot taller than she is, I inhaled deeply of the scented oil she uses to keep her hair shiny and put it into a single midst plait behind her brain.

Anu's body shivers as she feels my consistency wrapping all around her, swallowing her like corking flame that consumes her mind. My hands pulled her long plait so she would look up and let on her neck. I lowered my font, first kissing her cervix gently and then nibbling her. Anu moaned and wiggled in my arms then trembled as I bit her supply ship neck opening, her intimation quickened and shallow as my handwriting slide into her saree, caressing her pussy with my experienced fingers.

My teeth bit her neck heavy, leaving bruises all over her neck and shoulders as well. She bit her lips as I take pleasure of her torso as mine, her legs parted as my fingers advanced their violation and drive deep up her womanhood.

She moaned loudly, the louder as my finger's breadth take her clit between them and rubbing it very hard, making her succus dripping on the flooring and flowing down her thighs. My back talk feasted on her attender cervix, biting her harder and harder.

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

I laughed, then I let go of her, walking into the family room and left her alone. Anu's deal went up to her shoulders and cervix, caressing the gull there made by my dentition 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 day-to-day household task. Later as she finished cleaning and dusting the family, Anu takes a peek into the family room, seeing me busying with reading a book, she dared not to intrude and decided to exact a walk in the quick afternoon sun in the support pace garden.

She opens the with child glassful room access opening into the garden, maltreat out air foot and inhaled deeply of the sweet redolence of the flowers, the weather is very friendly, cushy sunshine with assuage air that make a person simply feel…lazy.

Anu sits on the lawn under the maple Tree and enjoying the sun, it's a lot better here, she decided. Here the sun is soft and gentle, while in Bharat, it's as if one has been placed in a hot oven to which there is no leakage of. She looks at the prime and suddenly thinking about the wedding garland of flowers there are of customary in her Hindu upbringing.

With that sentiment, her creative thinker begins to inquire, not just daydreaming, but taxonomical, almost like programming and hypnotizing. Flashes, epitome, strait, and intuitive feeling coming in number and piece in those flashes of images and sounds, she saw herself naked, dressed as a Hindu hard worker, fucked and showing obvious star sign of pregnancy with a very with child swollen belly.

She can see her nervus facialis verbal expression are that of luxuria, and her hands, her hands are squeezing her lactating huge tits and milking them as hard as a man, a substantial Pres Young man charter her from behind. In the backcloth, a voice, a dominating articulation, so Creator is its presence Anu can not help herself but to listen.

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

Every nighttime, as she sleeps, the show is on, programming her, changing her psyche. But zippo very potent and forceful, no rules of order, no statement, only subtle mesmerism, manipulation of emotions, stimulate sexual drive…etc. It works like dripping water on a Isidor Feinstein Stone, slowly sipping through and breaching even the backbreaking of them all.

In addition, induction were planted in ordination to let her see those images and enter a trance like state, while doing matter totally of her own accord and wishing. 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 headland like a slave as her face burned with the look-alike of her significant and I take her from buttocks.

"Pregnant…"She savor this word as she repeat it over and over, wondering whether the things she saw were message from her Hindu gods, hinting her that she is destined to be mine. Anu murmured on as she straightens up, walking back into the firm, unaware that a entire hour has passed since she sits under the maple tree in a spell.

She walk back into the house, and bowed very low, face still flushed,"So sorry I am, know not clip straits fast…"I raise a hired man and recite her it is alright, I simply need to stretch my pegleg after all the reading I had done, besides, it's such a secure day and I do not postulate anything at the second.

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

I spoke in a spokesperson so cold that even the sun can not raise the temperature in the kitchen one bit, but she could not hear it. Lunch and afternoon tea were pleasant for both of us, we enjoyed effective intellectual nourishment and drinks, Anu took sentence to study versatile recipe record book that I bought for her to interpret and draw upon, now she's beginning to grasp many foreign and alien beauty aside from her aboriginal Indian cuisines.

After drinking tea and eating sweet hot chocolate bar and biscuit, I lay lazily against the cushions in the family room while Anu plays the sitar for me.

She sits adjacent to me and adjusted her sitar on her lap before she began. She played a soft composition, as the rhythm progress, she begins to sing in a low and seductive representative, the song and the music combine into a perfect tense lenient melodic phrase that is soothing and yet nuance 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 husband, and yet she found herself ineffective to resist the impulse and desire to play this rhythm together with the song. Her delicate fingers trailed over the strings of the sitar as she finished the round and turned to appear at me.

She finds me leaning against that mountain of shock 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 various fourth dimension but there was no answer from me. discomfited she looks down at my crotch, her eyes widened as she discovers that my cock is now hard and swollen inside my pant. Even though appeared to be sleeping, I opened my eye lids slightly and observing what she will do.

Anu swallowed hard, then carefully aim off my pants just enough to bring out my peter fully, then eagerly she lean down and hungrily sucking on my big perch. She runs her lingua over and over again on my cock and sucking hard on my putz head with her script fondling and stroking my peter and bollock. Her eye flashed lust and something that wasn't there before, adoration, she is worshiping me as a Godhead and absolute presence in her aliveness.

rental go of my cock, Anu strips herself naked and then spread her legs lewdly to sit herself on my midst shaft. I did not travel, but only observed with great interest as Anu worship my cock and then get defenseless to service it.

She sits her cunt right down on my stopcock and begins the rock up and down using her hairy mounds to serve my dick. Anu begins to groan as she feels my dick plowing her fertile fair sex, as she begins to mutter as she fucks herself on my midst shaft.

"Oh my young Maker, oh Lord god, please take over your devoted subject area and worshiper's servicing, grand me your come ! induce me yours !"she first whispered then her voice 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 distant and vacuous as her mind slipping into another plane of sub - consciousness, where she controlled, programmed as a toy and buckle down who worship me with all her idolatry and mind.

Anu groaned as she sits herself down on my peter, impaling herself and then promote her hips, then sits down hard again. I look at her under my slightly open eye lids, an almost undetectable grinning along the corner of my backtalk as I enjoy her wet and ardent puss surrounding my cock as she tightens her vaginal muscle to squeeze my lance hard.

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

I can experience my balls tighten and my cock swollen with my bang close at hired hand, then I look at Anu more directly, grins into her seemingly white stare and said in a low voice,"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 consume no clarity nor block !"

Anu chanted on as she bucked up and down on my cock as we both begin to cum very hard, Wave of her vaginal succus wash over my hammer like ocean undulation while jet after jet of my hot spermatozoon splashing against her neck like a big hosepipe. Anu lets out a loud moan and then collapsed and passed out on me as I laughed, I holding tightly to me as I drift off to log Z's.

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 zilch concrete for her to hold on to and see it clearly. Then she gasped, finding herself lying on top of me, naked with my stopcock buried deep in her consistency, as she moves a bit she knew that I had cum hard in her.

She bit her glower sassing as she pull herself free from me, making a loud popping noise as my hammer slip out her sticky and moist muliebrity. Anu held her thighs closely together and hurriedly pick up her sari 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 details were lost to her, only vague effigy of herself riding on top of me like a shameless woman and her pleads to be used harder that still ring at her ears at a distance.

Anu's face softened as her script reaching out, caressing my brass with her thenar as she tries desperately to recall why she had acted like such a whore and strumpet, and how could she have forgotten her birthrate wheel to have me load her again with the productive seeds of my youth.

Now shamed and confused, but on a strong sub - conscious point satisfied, Anu hurriedly ran upstairs into her room to subscribe a shower. Her intellect tried to get the picture something solid state in the dense fog, searching for pellucidity to no help,"Why ?"as she cursed and asked herself repeatedly.

From the moment she awoke, I woke up as well, I kept silent and letting her mental confusion run its course, the Thomas More she tries to clear matter up, the Sir Thomas More she finds herself trapped and lost.

"Only with me can she line up limpidity, if I choose to finally step in and take absolute control of course,"I told myself,"but she is not yet totally undefendable, she still has families…but soon she will accept no one except me…and by then, even God itself will not be able to assist her."

After the shower, Anu carefully take out an old, black and clean photo of her family unit, her fingerbreadth change of location from face to brass, her mother, father, buddy, sister, aunt…etc, drops of her tear fell on the photo as she sobbed in silence.

It had been quite onetime since she saw any of them. Married and moving away from her biological family are vulgar and almost a usance for women of her scope.

Then with the marriage came the hardship of life, she had neither the money nor the time to chew the fat or call, but her fate and charge in liveliness is certain, she is to live on with her hubby and his household, be a dedicate married woman and mother to his nipper.

But now she has time, and the money to spell or even visit them, yet she has lost something in life that can not be bought, she grew uncertain. Uncertain of what to do, her balance has been thrown off, no longer is she certain of what she should do. Should she stay and become a sort of concubine for me or should she deplumate her distance away, be a good housekeeper, amah, or motherly elder sis even, but not my char.

"Devoted and clinging to me so strongly on sub - conscious level, yet her conscious mind struggles in turmoil and confusion…Ah, such is the fact of life-time for her,"I said in the silence of my own company in the family room,"family will be what she attempts to clinging to, her last shred of hope in India, like the umbilical cord cord that connects sire to fetus, but it is meter to cut the cord and let the baby fly…though fly into duskiness she will,"I spoke with a subdued yet chilling interpreter.

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

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