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

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Her mussitation were as conflicting as her mentation, which I played over my speaker quite loudly and clearly."So now you are upset are you not my dear ?"I grinned,"But thinking will do you no skilful, your mind is mine, and you will no doubt found yourself in a oblivion, a circle of persuasion that will never reach a finish until I step in…"

I open a minuscule hidden fridge and necessitate out a bottle of beer, sipping it as I look at her still counting date and murmuring conflicting mentation that reflects the big 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 till she slowly put the small-scale calendar Quran back into the draftsman and getting herself dressed again, to which I note that she now did not bother to wear half-slip. My cock grows hard with the view of standing next to her and rubbing my hired hand on her hairy mounds through the flimsy sari she wears.

I grinned coldly and then pluck up the sound, directed a call to my agent in India,"Find her biological household, track them down, have them gather, first let greed blind them, then evidence them of her job, remember, nothing but the TRUTH"I told the federal agent,"Time to let her fellowship do the dirty piece of work for me…"

After a long conversation, I hang up, and quickly draining the beer, I changed into a casual blue air Nike variation pants and a co-ordinated blank t shirt, then continue downstairs.

Anu is already busying cleaning and dusting the star sign with a swifter dustrag and a scraps bag to void the bins around the firm. I looked at her plump cheek jiggle and wiggle as she cleans the hardwood floor. I walk up behind her quietly and throw my subdivision around her deflect waist and pressing my privates against her buttocks as she gasped in surprise.

She turned her head and expect up, her typeface flushed and sweating a bit on her frontal bone where a red bindi sits between her nicely reduce 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 encased putz against her buttocks.

A smile curled up on the corner of my mouth,"workings hard, my all obedient retainer and devoted woman ? !"spoke though by me in a low voice, it sounded like a immense lightning had just exploded future to Anu's ears.

Stammering for a reply,"Ye…Yes Mr. Aamir…"Anu replied in a rather shaky representative. I smile grew recondite and baring my gabardine teeth like a wildcat who has its prey well under its pawn. I pull her to straighten up, her forefront scope only my Kuki-Chin as I am a lot taller than she is, I inhaled deeply of the scented oil she uses to keep open her hair shiny and arrange it into a single thick plait behind her head.

Anu's soundbox shivers as she feels my trunk wrapping all around her, swallowing her like great flame that consumes her brain. My script pulled her long plait so she would look up and debunk her cervix. I lowered my face, first kissing her cervix gently and then nibbling her. Anu moaned and wiggled in my arms then trembled as I bit her pinnace neck, her breath quickened and shallow as my workforce slide into her saree, caressing her twat with my experienced finger.

My teeth bit her neck severe, leaving bruises all over her cervix and shoulders as well. She bit her lips as I take joy of her body as mine, her branch parted as my fingers advanced their assault and driving force deep up her womanhood.

She moaned loudly, the louder as my finger take her clit between them and rubbing it very hard, making her succus dripping on the floor and flowing down her thighs. My mouth feasted on her tender neck, biting her harder and harder.

"Ohhhh"Anu cried out as she experiences a small climax and leaned back against me to preserve her standing, her hands 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 family way and left her alone. Anu's manus went up to her shoulder joint and neck opening, caressing the marks 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 thought wondered happily and hummed as she went on her day-by-day household job. Later as she finished cleaning and dusting the theater, Anu takes a peek into the kinsperson room, seeing me busying with reading a book, she dared not to intrude and decided to take a walk in the strong good afternoon sun in the backward yard garden.

She opens the expectant Methedrine threshold opening into the garden, mistreat out bare foot and inhaled deeply of the sweet fragrance of the flowers, the weather is very friendly, soft sunshine with soft duck soup 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 pacify, while in India, it's as if one has been placed in a hot oven to which there is no escape 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 thought, her head begins to marvel, not just daydreaming, but systematic, almost like programing and hypnotizing. blink of an eye, range, speech sound, and feel coming in bits and firearm in those blink of an eye of images and sounds, she saw herself naked, dressed as a Hindu slave, fucked and showing obvious signal of pregnancy with a very heavy swollen belly.

She can see her facial construction are that of lust, and her hands, her hands are squeezing her lactating huge tits and milking them as hard as a man, a strong Pres Young man take her from behind. In the background, a vocalism, a dominate voice, so elysian 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 star sign, laughing. Those spy microphone, also served as hypnotizing and subliminal messaging transceivers.

Every Nox, as she sleeps, the display is on, programming her, changing her psyche. But nil very strong and emphatic, no orders, no instruction, only pernicious suggestions, handling of emotions, stimulate sexual drive…etc. It works like dripping water on a endocarp, slowly sipping through and breaching even the hardest of them all.

In plus, triggers were planted in parliamentary procedure to let her see those images and enter a trance like commonwealth, while doing things totally of her own accord and wishes. I looked at Anu sitting under the tree, her oculus fixed and then she stirred, exiting the trance and looking around, remembering everything she saw yet incertain of what had prompted it.

Then she turns around, seeing me and bowed her head like a slave as her case burned with the image of her significant and I take her from bottom.

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

She walk back into the theater, and bowed very low, look still flushed,"So drear I am, know not time pas fast…"I raise a mitt and tell her it is O.K., I simply call for to stretch my legs after all the reading I had done, besides, it's such a good day and I do not call for anything at the moment.

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

I spoke in a vocalization so cold that even the sun can not raise the temperature in the kitchen one bit, but she could not get a line it. Lunch and afternoon tea were pleasant for both of us, we enjoyed good intellectual nourishment and drinks, Anu took time to take diverse recipe book that I bought for her to read and guide upon, now she's beginning to comprehend many foreign and exotic dishes aside from her native Indian culinary art.

After drinking tea and eating dessert chocolate patty and cookie, I lay lazily against the shock in the syndicate 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 subdued physical composition, as the calendar method of birth control forward motion, she begins to sing in a low and seductive voice, the vocal and the music combine into a perfect diffused melody that is soothing and yet refinement 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 unable to resist the urge and desire to play this rhythm method together with the song. Her delicate fingerbreadth trailed over the cosmic string of the sitar as she finished the rhythm and turned to bet at me.

She finds me leaning against that slew of cushions and now seemingly asleep, 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 sentence but there was no answer from me. foiled she looks down at my crotch, her eyes widened as she discovers that my tool is now hard and swollen inside my pants. Even though appeared to be sleeping, I opened my eye lids slightly and observing what she will do.

Anu swallowed hard, then carefully contract off my pants just enough to expose my cock fully, then eagerly she lean down and hungrily sucking on my big pole. She runs her glossa over and over again on my cock and sucking hard on my cock brain with her hands fondling and stroking my shaft and clod. Her heart flashed lust and something that wasn't there before, worship, she is worshiping me as a Creator and absolute comportment in her life.

Letting go of my rooster, Anu strips herself raw and then spread her legs lewdly to sit herself on my midst light beam. I did not run, but only observed with great stake as Anu worship my cock and then get nude to service it.

She sits her cunt right down on my dick and begins the rock up and down using her hairy mounds to serve my cock. Anu begins to groan 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 bear your devoted subject and worshiper's service, tremendous me your seeds ! Make me yours !"she first whispered then her articulation speaks out louder and louder as she repeats it over and over again as a intonation in Hindi.

With the growing chant, her eyes become distant and hollow as her judgement slipping into another carpenter's plane of sub - consciousness, where she controlled, programmed as a toy and slave who worship me with all her cultism and head.

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 open eye hat, an almost insensible smiling along the corner of my lip as I enjoy her wet and warm cunt surrounding my cock as she tightens her vaginal muscles to stuff my shot hard.

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

I can feel my lump tighten and my cock swollen with my outbreak 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 stopcock and begging for more while you are self aware and conscious, until then, you will deliver no pellucidity nor settlement !"

Anu chanted on as she bucked up and down on my cock as we both begin to cum very hard, wafture of her vaginal succus lavation over my cock like ocean undulation while jet after jet of my hot sperm splashing against her uterine cervix like a big hosiery. Anu lets out a forte groan 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 oculus lazily, she felt like she was in a dream, vague, satisfying but with null 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 body, as she moves a bit she knew that I had cum hard in her.

She bit her downhearted mouth as she pull herself free from me, making a loud popping noise as my dick cutting out her sticky and damp 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 telling, but the contingent were lost to her, only dim trope of herself riding on top of me like a unblushing char and her pleads to be used harder that still ring at her capitulum at a aloofness.

Anu's nerve softened as her mitt reach out, caressing my cheeks with her decoration as she tries desperately to remember why she had acted like such a whore and slut, and how could she cause forgotten her fertility cycle per second to experience me stretch her again with the fertile germ of my younker.

Now shamed and baffled, but on a strong sub - witting degree satisfied, Anu hurriedly ran upstairs into her way to consider a shower bath. Her judgement tried to hold on something solidness in the dense fog, searching for lucidity to no service,"Why ?"as she cursed and asked herself repeatedly.

From the moment she awoke, I woke up as well, I kept tacit and letting her muddiness run its course, the more she tries to vindicated matter up, the more than she finds herself trapped and lost.

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

After the shower, Anu carefully rent out an old, ignominious and white exposure of her family, her finger traveling from face to nerve, her mother, don, brother, sis, aunt…etc, drops of her bout 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 biologic family are vulgar and almost a customs for women of her ground.

Then with the marriage came the rigor of life, she had neither the money nor the clock time to chaffer or hollo, but her fate and commission in liveliness is sure, she is to live with her husband and his family, be a devoted married woman and female parent to his children.

But now she has sentence, and the money to publish 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 sure of what she should do. Should she stick around and turn a sort of concubine for me or should she pull her distance away, be a dear housekeeper, maidservant, or motherly elder sister even, but not my woman.

"Devoted and clinging to me so strongly on sub - witting point, yet her conscious intellect battle in hullabaloo and confusion…Ah, such is the fact of life story for her,"I said in the muteness of my own company in the fellowship room,"Family will be what she attempts to clinging to, her go shred of hope in Republic of India, like the umbilical cord cord that connects mother to fetus, but it is clip to cut the corduroy and let the baby fly…though fly into wickedness she will,"I spoke with a cushy yet chilling voice.

Then, as the sun slowly going down the skyline, and Anu sobbed in her way, in the growing iniquity of the home, my laughter filled the empty hallow of the place.

Continued