My Live-in maid - Amerindian language widow 's new life story abroad.- 9

A nestling widow Live in maid goes abroad - She gets Transformed

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Her script went up to her ample bosom, feeling her meat ripped into pieces as tear flowing down her cheeks and wet the pillow along with the sheet and blanket. Anu cried and cried, curled into a musket ball on her bed as lonesomeness swept through her entire being.

Gently and slowly I sit on her bed and pull her into my arms again, offering her comfort and companionship in her hour of need. A flash of devilish smile curled up the turning point of my rima oris, `` The ties are severed, the lonely dove now helpless, and alone, with no one else to plow to except to the wickedness that engulfs her unanimous. ''

That night Anu slept uneasily with me next to her, her work force clinging to me, afraid to let loose.

Looking down at her fount as she slept, `` The wheel of fortune is turning and the tip of lot awaits you, my slave Anu. '' I said with a dumb paced glacial tone that will chill any survive affair to the core of their core.

All except Anu, who sleeps more soundly and feel secure that I was there with her, unaware that she was swallowed into a hole to which she has no hope to the light or mounting out ever again.

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Now Further

Anu wakes up to the morning sunlight that shone through the windows, she lazily turned a bit and finds me lying following to her on the bed. Her cheek darkened a bit as she remembered the apprehensiveness contract I have on my desk. She bit her lips, let her brain admiration what she will do now, then a voice, louder than ever said to her,"stay, be his slave, 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 home there to go back to."

Anu gasp, never did she realized that after finale night the finish line, the last rampart crumbled in her, making her heart and psyche vulnerable and overt for prompting. And I was here to harbor her, to ease her and now to a academic degree, I exerted dominance over her, putting an image, an essence that I dominate and control her in her idea. It is not secure, but it will no doubt involve her thinking and reasoning.

Her idea, now freed from its former bounds and restrains, begins to see me as the dominant and cardinal pattern in her head. I smiled at her and distinguish Anu it is meter to get up, and suggest her to take a exhibitor and get herself freshened up. Anu nodded and after shyly topographic point a osculation on my cheeks, she gets out of the bed and begins to undress herself naked.

Now she felt rude to be naked in my presence, after she got naked, she step into the cascade and number on the water supply, letting hot water relaxing her muscleman as she rinse her hair with shampoo. I grinned and followed into the cascade ; I stand behind Anu and start out to rub the underside of her huge soft pap, rubbing her magnanimous fat nipples hard.

My raging manhood pressing hard against her backbone as Anu yield to finish washing her farsighted hair and turned around, smiled lovingly at me. Her helping hand reach out and direct my cock into her soft supple manus, stroking my shaft up and down.

Then she kneeled in the shower and take my huge shaft into her wet mouth, sucking loudly, bobbing up and down on my cock, and using her tongue to clobber all over my cock. I moaned loudly, and pull her expression down on my cock, making her sucking me harder.

Hot water splashing on our torso as I enjoy her new regain submission. She begin to slurp very loudly as I feel my bollock tighten and ready to burst, Anu looks up and her oculus speaks loudly,"Please fertilize your loyal devoted maid your precious cum."

I thrust my hips back and forth a bit, fucking her backtalk as I groaned loudly, and erupted all I have in her wet sucking mouth as Anu eagerly and hungrily unsay all of my hot cum.

I groaned loudly as I cum hard, Anu sucked and licked my hammer vigorously then let go of my cock and endure up, shaking, asking in a modest trembling voice,"captain, did I please you ? Did I do well as your maid ? Am I your unspoiled devoted American Indian fair sex ?"

Her sense of being and family was lost all in one crucial snow last, her upbringings taught her that woman should be a region of the kinsperson, to be loyal and devoted for it is their purpose in life, traditionally.

What the declaration designed to do, I grinned to myself, is to deal a disastrous nose candy to her good sense of belonging, making her spirit alone, unwanted, betrayed, shamed…etc.

To make her extremely vulnerable for my plan, to ram her mind into a state of discombobulation and daze so I can commence to control her, to shit her brain recognize me as the dominant man,"the man"in her thinker for her to put her devotion to.

"Yes of path you are, you are mine !"I said in a easygoing vocalization to Anu and she immediately relaxed and her reflection brightened up as she rubbed her breasts against my chest as her men trying to take hold of raging huge cock and serve it with her body.

She now turned into the very traditional thinking of Indian fair sex, to serve men and be pregnant with his baby, Anu now finds herself safety in the rattling traditional way, and she needs to be used in the traditional way as her mind wrapped around me in her psyche as the dominating man in order to cope with her loss of sensory faculty of belonging.

The betrayal of her kin left her mind a huge gapping muddle and her nous was desperate in grasping drinking straw in ordering 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 deliver Anu elevate her leg as I lowered myself and thrust my pelvic arch upward till I sank all my fat prick up her hairy mound, Anu signed, moaning as she wiggles her pelvis slight and trying to apply my cock in her cunt.

I begin to roll in the hay her slowly under the hot water, I can experience the tautness physical body in my cock as I thrust my hip and slamming my manhood deeply into her body and deal her wet athletic field very hard and deep.

We groaned together under the rain 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 metre to herself will be quite beneficial for her, after all, I did not go through all these trouble to induce her gone mad and insane and ends up needs to be institutionalized.

watching her slowly walking down the stairs I grinned,"Everything is going according to plan,"I told myself, now the cloak of iniquity will truly immerse her as whole.

As I walk downstairs to commence my daily exercise school term, Anu hummed to herself as she begins to urinate a hearty breakfast. She is felicitous, a lot happier than finale night, the perfidy of her family bit her so unvoiced the specula almost fell from her hand.

Must keep happy sentiment, must keep Mr. Aamir happy, yes, focus on Mr. Aamir, that is more productive, and that is good for you. She repeated to herself various fourth dimension before go back to her cooking.

Today she decided that she will make some shrimp omelets along with pan fried potatoes. She first heated the pan on the kitchen stove, then teem some oil, heat it evenly before she add the already prepared frozen runt and pour the shinny eggs into the declamatory pan.

The egg and peewee sizzling in the pan as the scented aroma of intellectual nourishment fill the kitchen/dining way once again. After intense exercise, I slowly walk up to the main floor and lazily strode into the kitchen, open the curtains and blinds, letting shining sun light come in through the windows.

Anu said in a cheerful tone,"Mr. Aamir, breakfast ready fast very."I nodded and open the fridge, involve a jar of milk and pour myself a big spyglass of it. I drink half of it down thirstily before I take my usual seat by the large dining table.

Then I sip the Milk River, letting myself escaped in the thought process, in the consequence and not to think of all those mind games, but to simply adore, beauty. Garbed loosely in a creamy yellowness sari and a matching blouse, her curves are the gift from god to men.

My eyes traced from her ample magnanimous titmouse down to her slightly plumpish waist, them to her mature juicy buttocks, not exactly hour glass name, but more than sensual, more womanly mature.

"Which is why she was chosen,"I reassured myself. I watched her buttocks jingle as she hummed in a rhythm that though is unfamiliar to me, quite pleasant to my capitulum. I closed my eyes, enjoying and letting myself inebriate in this peacefulness. My mind wondered and relaxed until Anu tapped me on my articulatio humeri and asked with an unsettled voice if I would wish to have my breakfast now.

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

I smiled at her and induce Anu sits down with me as we enjoy a good aurora meal in relatively rare secretiveness, both have much in nous but chose not to verbalise out at this moment.

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

She smiled and opens her peg all-encompassing, inviting me to explore the jungle covering her now moist woman. She signed in pleasure as my toes rubbed against her scratch, exploring her pussy with my fundament. Begging for Thomas More she spread her stage blanket surface and almost discombobulate herself onto my foot as I rubbed her hairy labia hard."OOOOOH OOOOOH GOD…"

Anu moaned loudly as her snatch flooded itself in response to her stimulation. My toes persistently explore the thick hatful of her fur, rubbing hard against her slit and occasionally printing press into her slippery and hot pussycat causing Anu to groan ever so slight and bit her lips.

Sliding my toe in and out her cunt, her hands now tugging tightly on her sari as her eyes half shut, her body leans back against the chairperson and her rim would part slight when she moan in ecstasy.

Anu begins to moan louder and louder, she can palpate her vaginal brawn clenching so tightly around his toe, and every time he pushes into her woman, she can not help but to tighten her soundbox and welcoming his invading advances with her pussy.

Slowly I pull my foot back and leaving Anu flushed and wet, her thorax heaved and along with it, her big soft tits, her breath short and hallow as she tries to becalm herself down.

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

I smiled then wind up the rest of my omelet and spud, inform her that I will be in my way working and am not to be disturbed unless it is of dire emergency. She murmured yes before I head back upstairs into my way and shut the door close and mesh it behind me.

I sit on my big comfy chair and turn on the monitoring screen. On it I observed her apparent motion and action, and can get word her hum, whispering and murmuring. After make clean up the shell, forks and cup, Anu heads back upstairs into her room.

Since I am in my own way, therefore she did not think it would be much of a necessity to conclude the threshold fully, instead, she only shuts the doorway half close so in case I called, she can respond faster. She begins to undress after opening the closet threshold and accept a look at herself in the big good length mirror, Anu takes off the wet sari, and carefully using a hairdryer to dry it.

It dried fast under the hot wind of the hairdryer, and Anu looks up, looking at her body, naked from waist down in the mirror, and in the enigma of my sound proof elbow room, I laughed as I can see her clearly as well. She looks at her plumpish figure in the mirror ; her mitt measuring her not so svelte waist line then trace the thick hobo camp that covers her body from omphalus down to her fat mounds. Her digit brushing against her clit as her trunk shivered and a moan escaped from her mouth.

She looks around, and then went to close the door tightly shut, but still so unaware that she can do nothing to escape my center. Anu slowly raise her right let up and pillow it on her bed, then she use her fingerbreadth to circularize her fat labia open, exposing her very moist womanhood and engorged clit.

I looked on with great pursuit, 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 next to her bed and pull open a drawer, taking out a little calendar Word of God and begin to bet the day of the month and finger's breadth, murmuring.

I zoomed in on the calendar and replacement Angle, boost the legal reception in the tiny spy microphone, what I see made me grin at world-class and then laugh loudly.

On the humble calendar rule book, Anu circled her menstrual period and is now counting the particular date and fourth dimension of her fertility."It is finale, so close, should I let Mr. Aamir bang ? No. No. What will he remember of you ? It is good to keep it a hugger-mugger, it is a feminine matter and unworthy of his attending. But…what will happen if I am bred and become pregnant ? maternity ! Oh Supreme Being, will Mr. Aamir be so repel with me that he will cast me out ? No, it can not be, had it not been proved in Republic of India that you maybe infertile and that is why you were ineffective to bear even a fille in all those years of marriage ? But…but it could also be that my…my ex was unfertile and that is why we had no shaver. If that is genuine, then oh god, all those…those fucking Mr. Aamir gave me would have me…me impregnated in no time ! Is it such a bad thing to assume his children ? Besides, is it not a womanly duty to yield children ? And if Mr. Aamir owns you, then what was there to discuss in the first piazza ? You are his are you not ? But…But…"

Her murmurs were as conflicting as her thoughts, which I played over my speaker quite loudly and clearly."So now you are worried are you not my dearest ?"I grinned,"But thinking will do you no thoroughly, your psyche is mine, and you will no doubt found yourself in a limbo, a set of thinking that will never reach a conclusion until I step in…"

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

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