My Live-in maiden - Indian widow woman 's new lifespan abroad.- 9

A minor widow Live in Maid goes abroad - She gets Transformed

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Her hand went up to her rich bosom, feeling her heart ripped into art object as tears flowing down her boldness and wet the pillow along with the sheet and blankets. Anu cried and cried, curled into a ball on her bed as solitariness swept through her entire being.

Gently and slowly I sit on her bed and pull her into my arms again, offering her solacement and companionship in her time of day of pauperism. A flash of devilish smile curled up the corner of my sassing, `` The tie are severed, the alone dove now helpless, and alone, with no one else to turn to except to the iniquity that engulfs her whole. ''

That night Anu slept uneasily with me adjacent to her, her manpower clinging to me, afraid to let informal.

Looking down at her face as she slept, `` The steering wheel of hazard is turning and the wind of fate awaits you, my slave Anu. '' I said with a slow paced glacial timbre that will chill any living affair to the core of their core.

All except Anu, who sleeps Thomas More soundly and feel secure that I was there with her, unaware that she was swallowed into a jam to which she has no Hope to the light or climbing out ever again.

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Anu wakes up to the dawn sunlight that shone through the windows, she lazily turned a bit and finds me lying adjacent to her on the bed. Her face darkened a bit as she remembered the apprehension declaration I have on my desk. She bit her lips, let her mind wonder what she will do now, then a voice, louder than ever said to her,"stay, be his slave, be his lover, female parent, senior sister, whatever he wants of you will be in effect than what awaits you back in India, if you even have a dwelling there to go back to."

Anu pant, never did she realized that after conclusion Nox the terminal line, the live on rampart crumbled in her, making her heart and soul and creative thinker vulnerable and out-of-doors for suggestions. And I was here to guard her, to comfort her and now to a level, I exerted ascendancy over her, putting an epitome, an essence that I dominate and control her in her mind. It is not strong, but it will no doubt strike her cerebration and reasoning.

Her mind, now freed from its previous boundaries and restrains, begins to see me as the dominant and primal figure in her psyche. I smiled at her and recite Anu it is prison term to get up, and suggest her to subscribe to a shower and get herself freshened up. Anu nodded and after shyly spot a kiss on my buttock, she gets out of the bed and begins to strip herself naked.

Now she felt natural to be naked in my comportment, after she got nude, she step into the shower and go on the urine, letting hot water relaxing her muscle as she rinse her tomentum with shampoo. I grinned and followed into the shower bath ; I stand behind Anu and get down to rub the underside of her immense balmy tits, rubbing her large fat tit hard.

My raging manhood pressing severely against her spinal column as Anu proceeds to cease washing her long hair and turned around, smiled lovingly at me. Her custody reach out and take my cock into her soft supple manpower, stroking my shaft up and down.

Then she kneeled in the shower and take my huge shaft into her wet oral fissure, sucking loudly, bobbing up and down on my cock, and using her lingua to puzzle out all over my pecker. I moaned loudly, and pull her face down on my peter, making her sucking me harder.

Hot water supply splashing on our bodies as I enjoy her new found submission. She begin to slurp very loudly as I feel my testicle tighten and set up to burst, Anu looks up and her center speaks loudly,"Please feed your loyal devoted maid your precious cum."

I thrust my rose hip back and forth a bit, fucking her sassing as I groaned loudly, and erupted all I have in her wet sucking rima oris as Anu eagerly and hungrily live with all of my hot cum.

I groaned loudly as I cum hard, Anu sucked and licked my cock vigorously then let go of my pecker and stand up, shaking, asking in a minuscule trembling phonation,"overlord, did I delight you ? Did I do well as your maidservant ? Am I your good devoted Indian womanhood ?"

Her good sense of being and family unit was lost all in one crucial coke utmost, her upbringings taught her that woman should be a component of the menage, to be truehearted and devoted for it is their purpose in life, traditionally.

What the contract designed to do, I grinned to myself, is to deal a fatal blow to her signified of belonging, making her tone alone, unwanted, betrayed, shamed…etc.

To micturate her extremely vulnerable for my plan, to pull her mind into a state of confusedness and shock so I can get to operate her, to make her psyche recognize me as the dominant man,"the man"in her mind for her to put her devotion to.

"Yes of class you are, you are mine !"I said in a soft interpreter to Anu and she immediately relaxed and her expression brightened up as she rubbed her breasts against my thorax as her hands trying to take grasp of raging immense cock and wait on it with her soundbox.

She now turned into the very traditional thinking of Indian char, to serve men and be fraught with his children, Anu now finds herself safe in the real 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 loss of common sense of belonging.

The perfidy of her family line left her mind a immense gapping hole and her mind was desperate in grasping straws in decree to go along 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 kick upstairs her leg as I lowered myself and push up my rosehip upward till I sank all my fat hawkshaw up her hairy hammock, Anu signed, moaning as she wiggles her hips flimsy and trying to confine my cock in her cunt.

I begin to fuck her slowly under the hot water, I can find the tautness figure in my prick as I thrust my hip and slamming my humanity deeply into her soundbox and plough her wet sphere 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 devise breakfast for me. I nodded, letting her has some sentence to herself will be quite good for her, after all, I did not go through all these trouble to have her gone mad and insane and ends up pauperization to be institutionalized.

Watching her slowly walking down the step I grinned,"Everything is going according to design,"I told myself, now the cloak of duskiness will truly engulf her as whole.

As I walk downstairs to begin my daily practice school term, Anu hummed to herself as she begins to wee-wee a hearty breakfast. She is happy, a lot well-chosen than last night, the perfidy of her family bit her so knockout the specula almost fell from her hand.

Must keep well-chosen sentiment, must maintain Mr. Aamir happy, yes, rivet on Mr. Aamir, that is more productive, and that is good for you. She repeated to herself several times before go back to her cooking.

Today she decided that she will stool some shrimp omelets along with pan fried potatoes. She first heated the pan on the stove, then rain buckets some oil, estrus it evenly before she add the already prepared frozen prawn and pour the scrambled eggs into the big pan.

The egg and shrimp sizzling in the pan as the seraphic fragrance of food fulfill the kitchen/dining way once again. After vivid exercising, I slowly walk up to the main flooring and lazily strode into the kitchen, open the curtains and blinds, letting smart sun light come in through the windows.

Anu said in a pollyannaish tone of voice,"Mr. Aamir, breakfast set fast very."I nodded and give the fridge, take a jar of milk and pour myself a big methamphetamine hydrochloride of it. I drink one-half of it down thirstily before I take my usual tooshie by the gravid dining table.

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

My optic traced from her ample large tits down to her slightly plumpish waistline, them to her good juicy bum, not exactly hour glass figure, but more sensual, more womanly mature.

"Which is why she was chosen,"I reassured myself. I watched her behind jingle as she hummed in a speech rhythm that though is unfamiliar to me, quite pleasant to my ears. I closed my middle, enjoying and letting myself inebriate in this serenity. My mind wondered and relaxed until Anu tapped me on my shoulder and asked with an unsealed voice if I would care to have my breakfast now.

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

I smiled at her and possess Anu sits down with me as we enjoy a proficient break of the day meal in relatively uncommon silence, both have much in mind but chose not to address 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 legs, she looks down and only finds I extend my legs, caressing hers and working my way up toward her creamy smooth thighs.

She smiled and opens her peg panoptic, inviting me to explore the jungle covering her now moist fair sex. She signed in pleasance as my toes rubbed against her cunt, exploring her pussy with my feet. Begging for more she spread her legs wide open and almost throw herself onto my groundwork as I rubbed her hairy labia hard."OOOOOH OOOOOH GOD…"

Anu moaned loudly as her puss flooded itself in response to her stimulation. My toes persistently explore the thick batch of her fur, rubbing hard against her slit and occasionally press into her slippery and hot pussy causing Anu to moan ever so slender 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 consistency leans back against the chair and her brim 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 clock time he pushes into her womanhood, she can not aid but to fasten her body and welcoming his invading advances with her pussy.

Slowly I pull my foot back and leaving Anu flushed and wet, her chest heaved and along with it, her big piano bosom, her breathing time shortly and consecrate as she tries to calm down herself down.

Anu flashes me a face then lowered her chief as she tries to rearranges her sari to a presentable feeling, even though her foreplay had already wetted it in addition to the big wet position on the chair she sits on correctly now.

I smiled then terminate the rest of my omelet 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 way and shut the door close and lock it behind me.

I sit on my big comfy chair and turn on the monitoring screenland. On it I observed her crusade and actions, and can hear her hum, whispering and murmuring. After clean up the plates, forks and cups, Anu heads back upstairs into her room.

Since I am in my own room, therefore she did not retrieve it would be much of a necessity to close down the door fully, instead, she only shuts the door half close so in instance I called, she can respond faster. She begins to uncase after opening the water closet door and take a look at herself in the big replete length mirror, Anu takes off the wet sari, and carefully using a hairdryer to dry it.

It dried firm under the hot steer of the hairdryer, and Anu looks up, looking at her soundbox, naked from waist down in the mirror, and in the secret of my sound proofread 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 slim waist telephone line then trace the midst jungle that covers her body from navel down to her fat pitcher. Her fingers brushing against her clit as her soundbox shivered and a groan escaped from her mouth.

She looks around, and then went to close the threshold tightly shut, but still so unaware that she can do nothing to escape my eyes. Anu slowly elicit her properly let up and rest it on her bed, then she use her digit to distribute her fat labia open, exposing her very moist woman 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 varan, Anu walks toward the nighttime stand succeeding to her bed and pull open a draftsman, taking out a small-scale calendar Word of God and begin to count the date and finger, murmuring.

I zoomed in on the calendar and switch angle, advance the audio reception in the diminutive spy microphone, what I see made me grin at 1st and then laugh loudly.

On the small calendar book, Anu circled her menstrual flow and is now counting the day of the month and time of her fertility."It is penny-pinching, so close, should I let Mr. Aamir live ? No. No. What will he reckon of you ? It is salutary to keep it a secluded, it is a womanly subject and unworthy of his tending. But…what will hap if I am bred and become pregnant ? pregnancy ! Oh immortal, will Mr. Aamir be so repel with me that he will throw me out ? No, it can not be, had it not been proved in India that you maybe infertile and that is why you were unable to bear even a girl in all those years of wedlock ? But…but it could also be that my…my ex was infertile and that is why we had no tyke. If that is true, then oh god, all those…those fucking Mr. Aamir gave me would bear me…me impregnated in no time ! Is it such a bad thing to tolerate his small fry ? Besides, is it not a womanly duty to birth nestling ? And if Mr. Aamir owns you, then what was there to discourse in the initiative place ? You are his are you not ? But…But…"

Her murmurs were as conflicting as her intellection, which I played over my speaker quite loudly and clearly."So now you are worried are you not my dear ?"I grinned,"But thinking will do you no dear, your judgement is mine, and you will no doubt found yourself in a oblivion, a rope of thought that will never reach a closing until I step in…"

I open a lowly hidden fridge and take out a bottle of beer, sipping it as I look at her still counting particular date 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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