My Live-in Maid - Indian widow 's new life history abroad.- 9

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

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Her mitt went up to her ample embrace, feeling her heart ripped into man as snag flowing down her cheeks and wet the pillow along with the sheet and blanket. Anu cried and cried, curled into a testicle on her bed as loneliness swept through her entire being.

Gently and slowly I sit on her bed and pull her into my subdivision again, offering her consolation and society in her minute of need. A flash of diabolical smiling curled up the corner of my mouth, `` The tie are severed, the alone dove now helpless, and alone, with no one else to call on to except to the darkness that engulfs her whole. ''

That dark Anu slept uneasily with me future to her, her hands clinging to me, afraid to let lax.

Looking down at her face as she slept, `` The wheel of circumstances is turning and the fart of destiny awaits you, my slave Anu. '' I said with a behind paced frigid musical note that will chill any support thing to the core of their essence.

All except Anu, who sleeps to a greater extent soundly and find secure that I was there with her, unaware that she was swallowed into a pickle to which she has no hope to the illumination or climb out ever again.

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Anu wakes up to the morning sun that shone through the windows, she lazily turned a bit and finds me lying following to her on the bed. Her face darkened a bit as she remembered the apprehension contract I have on my desk. She bit her sass, let her mind wonder what she will do now, then a voice, louder than ever said to her,"stop, be his striver, be his lover, mother, elder sis, whatever he wants of you will be better than what awaits you back in India, if you even have a nursing home there to go back to."

Anu gasp, never did she realized that after last night the last line, the end bulwark crumbled in her, making her heart and mind vulnerable and open for suggestions. And I was here to hold her, to comfort her and now to a degree, I exerted control over her, putting an trope, an essence that I dominate and control her in her mind. It is not warm, but it will no doubt bear upon her cerebration and reasoning.

Her mind, now freed from its previous boundary and restrains, begins to see me as the dominant and telephone exchange figure in her psyche. I smiled at her and state Anu it is metre to get up, and suggest her to convey a shower and get herself freshened up. Anu nodded and after shyly place a kiss on my cheeks, she gets out of the bed and begins to undress herself naked.

Now she felt raw to be naked in my presence, after she got nude, she step into the exhibitioner and turn on the water system, letting hot water relaxing her musculus as she rinse her whisker with shampoo. I grinned and followed into the cascade ; I stand behind Anu and start out to rub the underside of her Brobdingnagian soft tits, rubbing her large fat pap hard.

My raging manhood pressing hard against her back as Anu proceeds to finish washing her long hair and turned around, smiled lovingly at me. Her hands reach out and take my cock into her soft supple hands, stroking my shaft up and down.

Then she kneeled in the shower and take my Brobdingnagian shaft into her wet mouth, sucking loudly, bobbing up and down on my cock, and using her knife to figure out all over my shaft. I moaned loudly, and pull up her face down on my cock, making her sucking me harder.

Hot water system splashing on our body as I enjoy her new found submission. She begin to slurp very loudly as I feel my clump tighten and fix to collapse, Anu looks up and her center speaks loudly,"Please tip your loyal devoted maid your precious cum."

I thrust my hip joint back and forth a bit, fucking her mouth as I groaned loudly, and erupted all I have in her wet sucking sassing as Anu eagerly and hungrily swallow up all of my hot cum.

I groaned loudly as I cum hard, Anu sucked and licked my turncock vigorously then let go of my cock and digest up, shaking, asking in a small quivering vox,"master, did I please you ? Did I do well as your housemaid ? Am I your salutary devoted Native American cleaning lady ?"

Her sense of being and folk was lost all in one important puff last-place, her upbringing taught her that charwoman should be a part of the household, to be patriotic and devoted for it is their function in life, traditionally.

What the contract designed to do, I grinned to myself, is to deal a fatal reversal to her horse sense of belonging, making her look alone, unwanted, betrayed, shamed…etc.

To make her extremely vulnerable for my architectural plan, to pull her mind into a province of confusion and shock so I can get to control her, to prepare her psyche spot me as the dominant man,"the man"in her mind for her to put her devotion to.

"Yes of course you are, you are mine !"I said in a soft vocalisation to Anu and she immediately relaxed and her expression brightened up as she rubbed her chest against my chest as her men trying to take clutches of raging immense putz and serve it with her torso.

She now turned into the very traditional intellection of Amerindian language charwoman, to serve well men and be fraught with his children, Anu now finds herself prophylactic in the very traditional way, and she needs to be used in the traditional way as her judgment wrapped around me in her psyche as the dominating man in ordering to grapple with her red ink of sense of belonging.

The betrayal of her class left her judgment a huge gapping kettle of fish and her mind was desperate in grasping straws in guild to keep her from going mad and loses her sanity.

"And I was there for her,"I laughed to myself as I pull her to me and have Anu heighten her leg as I lowered myself and thrust my hips upward till I sank all my fat dick up her hairy mound, Anu signed, moaning as she wiggles her hips slight and trying to hold my rooster in her cunt.

I begin to fuck her slowly under the hot body of water, I can sense the tension build in my cock as I thrust my hips and slamming my manhood deeply into her body and plow her wet field very hard and deep.

We groaned together under the shower till we are both spent. Afterward, Anu dried us with a big towel and murmured that she should get changed and prepare breakfast for me. I nodded, letting her has some meter to herself will be quite beneficial for her, after all, I did not go through all these trouble to have got her gone mad and insane and ends up want to be institutionalized.

Watching her slowly walking down the steps I grinned,"Everything is going according to architectural plan,"I told myself, now the cloak of dark will truly engulf her as whole.

As I walk downstairs to start out my casual physical exertion academic session, Anu hummed to herself as she begins to give a hearty breakfast. She is happy, a lot well-chosen than last night, the betrayal of her family bit her so hard the specula almost fell from her hand.

Must keep happy thoughts, must keep Mr. Aamir happy, yes, focus on Mr. Aamir, that is more productive, and that is in force for you. She repeated to herself several times before go back to her cooking.

Today she decided that she will make some half-pint omelets along with pan fried Solanum tuberosum. She first heated the pan on the kitchen stove, then pour some oil, heat it evenly before she add the already cook rooted shrimps and pour the scrambled eggs into the large pan.

The egg and shrimp sizzling in the pan as the sweet aroma of food replete the kitchen/dining way once again. After vivid exercising, I slowly walk up to the master floor and lazily strode into the kitchen, open the pall and screen, letting bright sun light come in through the windows.

Anu said in a upbeat tone,"Mr. Aamir, breakfast ready fast very."I nodded and spread the electric refrigerator, take a jar of milk and pour myself a big looking glass of it. I drink half of it down thirstily before I take my common seat by the orotund dining table.

Then I sip the milk, letting myself easy in the thinking, in the moment and not to think of all those judgement games, but to simply adore, smasher. Garbed loosely in a creamy yellow sari and a matching blouse, her curves are the natural endowment from god to men.

My eyes traced from her ample heavy tits down to her slightly plumpish waist, them to her advanced juicy buttocks, not exactly hour glass figure, but more sensual, more womanly mature.

"Which is why she was chosen,"I reassured myself. I watched her arse doggerel verse as she hummed in a regular recurrence that though is unfamiliar to me, quite pleasant to my ear. I closed my eyes, enjoying and letting myself wino in this serenity. My intellect wondered and relaxed until Anu tapped me on my shoulder and asked with an uncertain interpreter if I would care to have my breakfast now.

She gets a nod as my answer then I leaned back against the chair and open up my eyes ; just by inhaling the tremendous scent of her cooking is enough to making my breadbasket roar with hunger.

I smiled at her and have Anu sits down with me as we enjoy a full morning meal in relatively rarified silence, both have much in mind but chose not to mouth out at this moment.

Anu ate her share quietly, but her eyes never left me as her mind focused all her tending on me. Then she felt something touching her legs, she looks down and only finds I extend my legs, caressing hers and working my way up toward her creamy fluid thighs.

She smiled and opens her legs wide, inviting me to explore the jungle covering her now moist womanhood. She signed in delight as my toes rubbed against her slit, exploring her pussy with my animal foot. Begging for more she spread her leg wide-cut surface and almost fox herself onto my foot as I rubbed her hairy labia hard."OOOOOH OOOOOH GOD…"

Anu moaned loudly as her cunt flooded itself in reception to her arousal. My toes persistently explore the duncical hatful of her fur, rubbing knockout against her slit and occasionally press into her slippery and hot kitty causing Anu to moan ever so slight and bit her lips.

Sliding my toe in and out her cunt, her script now tugging tightly on her sari as her eyes half shut, her organic structure leans back against the chairwoman and her lips would part slight when she moan in ecstasy.

Anu begins to groan louder and louder, she can feel her vaginal muscles clenching so tightly around his toe, and every sentence he pushes into her woman, she can not help but to fasten her consistence and welcoming his invading advancement with her pussy.

Slowly I pull my fundament back and leaving Anu flushed and wet, her chest heaved and along with it, her big soft tits, her breath abruptly and hallow as she tries to calm herself down.

Anu flashes me a look then lowered her headspring as she tries to rearranges her sari to a presentable look, even though her arousal had already wetted it in improver to the big wet smudge on the chair she sits on right now.

I smiled then finish the respite of my omelette and potato, inform her that I will be in my room working and am not to be disturbed unless it is of dire emergency. She murmured yes before I head back upstair into my room and shut the door close and lock it behind me.

I sit on my big comfy chairwoman and play on the monitoring silver screen. On it I observed her motility and legal action, and can get wind her humming, whispering and murmuring. After clean up the plates, forks and cup, Anu heads back on a higher floor into her room.

Since I am in my own room, therefore she did not call back it would be much of a essential to close the door fully, instead, she only shuts the door one-half close so in typeface I called, she can reply faster. She begins to undress after opening the press room access and take a look at herself in the big full length mirror, Anu takes off the wet saree, and carefully using a hairdryer to dry it.

It dried loyal under the hot malarky of the hairdryer, and Anu looks up, looking at her torso, naked from shank down in the mirror, and in the enigma of my heavy validation room, I laughed as I can see her clearly as well. She looks at her plumpish figure in the mirror ; her helping hand measuring her not so svelte shank line of descent then trace the thick jungle that covers her physical structure from bellybutton down to her fat mounds. Her fingers brushing against her clit as her torso shivered and a moan escaped from her mouth.

She looks around, and then went to fold the room access tightly shut, but still so unaware that she can do nothing to escape my eyes. Anu slowly raise her right-hand let up and rest it on her bed, then she use her fingers to spread her fat labia open, exposing her very dampish womanhood and engorged clit.

I looked on with great interest, wondering what she is up to now,"So what will you do now Anu ? What are you going to do ?"I asked myself. Then on the monitor, Anu walks toward the night stand future to her bed and pull spread a drawer, taking out a minuscule calendar book and begin to depend the date and fingers, murmuring.

I zoomed in on the calendar and switch angles, further the sound reception in the tiny spy mike, what I see made me grin at first gear and then laugh loudly.

On the small calendar book, Anu circled her menstrual menstruum and is now counting the date and time of her fertility."It is end, so close, should I let Mr. Aamir know ? No. No. What will he think of you ? It is good to celebrate it a undercover, it is a womanly matter and unworthy of his attention. But…what will encounter if I am bred and become pregnant ? Pregnancy ! Oh gods, will Mr. Aamir be so disgust with me that he will drop me out ? No, it can not be, had it not been proved in India that you maybe infertile and that is why you were ineffective to bear even a girl in all those twelvemonth of marriage ? But…but it could also be that my…my ex was infertile and that is why we had no children. If that is true, then oh god, all those…those fucking Mr. Aamir gave me would have me…me impregnated in no clip ! Is it such a bad thing to contain his nestling ? Besides, is it not a womanly tariff to bear small fry ? And if Mr. Aamir owns you, then what was there to talk about in the first blank space ? You are his are you not ? But…But…"

Her murmurs were as conflicting as her thought, which I played over my speaker quite loudly and clearly."So now you are worried are you not my lamb ?"I grinned,"But thinking will do you no good, your mind is mine, and you will no doubt found yourself in a limbo, a circle of thought process that will never get hold of a conclusion until I step in…"

I open a small hidden electric refrigerator and take out a nursing bottle of beer, sipping it as I look at her still counting engagement 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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