A baby widow woman Live in maid goes abroad - She gets Transformed

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Her grumbling were as conflicting as her thought, which I played over my loudspeaker system quite loudly and clearly."So now you are apprehensive are you not my dear ?"I grinned,"But thinking will do you no good, your nous is mine, and you will no doubt found yourself in a oblivion, a circle of thoughts that will never reach a conclusion until I step in…"

I open a small hidden fridge and ask out a bottle of beer, sipping it as I look at her still counting escort and murmuring conflicting thoughts that reflects the cracking mix-up 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 pocket-sized calendar book back into the drawer and getting herself dressed again, to which I note that she now did not bother to wear half-slip. My dick grows hard with the intellection of standing next to her and rubbing my hand on her hairy mounds through the thin sari she wears.

I grinned coldly and then beak up the phone, directed a call to my agent in India,"Find her biological kinfolk, pass over them down, have them gathering, first let greed blind them, then severalise them of her job, remember, naught but the accuracy"I told the federal agent,"clock time to let her kin do the dirty work for me…"

After a long conversation, I hang up, and quickly draining the beer, I changed into a casual blue Nike summercater pants and a gibe ovalbumin t shirt, then proceed downstairs.

Anu is already busying cleaning and dusting the sign with a swifter gaberdine and a food waste bag to empty the bins around the house. I looked at her plump hindquarters jiggle and wiggle as she cleans the hardwood flooring. I walk up behind her quietly and cast off my weapon around her bend waistline and pressing my crotch against her buttocks as she gasped in surprise.

She turned her school principal and front up, her typeface flushed and sweating a bit on her forehead where a red bindi sits between her nicely trimmed brows,"Ooh god Mr. Aamir…I thought…"Anu murmured in surprisal and partially because of she didn't know what's there to say as I press my encase cock against her buttocks.

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

Stammering for a reply,"Ye…Yes Mr. Aamir…"Anu replied in a rather shaky voice. I smile grew mysterious and baring my tweed teeth like a beast who has its prey well under its pawns. I pull her to straighten up, her heading 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 stage it into a bingle thick plait behind her head.

Anu's body tremble as she feels my body wrapping all around her, swallowing her like dandy flame that consumes her mind. My hands pulled her long tress so she would look up and queer her neck. I lowered my aspect, first kissing her cervix gently and then nibbling her. Anu moaned and wiggled in my arms then trembled as I bit her tender neck opening, her breath quickened and shallow as my hands slide into her sari, caressing her puss with my experienced digit.

My dentition bit her cervix hard, leaving bruises all over her neck and shoulders as well. She bit her lips as I take joy of her dead body as mine, her branch parted as my finger's breadth advanced their violation and thrust deep up her woman.

She moaned loudly, the louder as my fingers take her clit between them and rubbing it very hard, making her succus dripping on the floor and flowing down her second joint. My oral fissure feasted on her tender neck, 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 hand 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 handwriting went up to her articulatio humeri and neck, caressing the marks there made by my teeth 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-to-day household chores. Later as she finished cleansing and dusting the house, Anu takes a peek into the family room, seeing me busying with reading a Holy Writ, she dared not to poke and decided to take a walking in the warm good afternoon sun in the indorse yard garden.

She opens the large glass door opening into the garden, step out bare invertebrate foot and inhaled deeply of the fresh perfume of the efflorescence, the weather is very friendly, soft cheer with mollify breeze that make a someone 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 India, it's as if one has been placed in a hot oven to which there is no escape of. She looks at the bloom and suddenly thinking about the wedding wreath of bloom there are of customary in her Hindu upbringing.

With that opinion, her judgment begins to wonder, not just daydreaming, but systematic, almost like programming and hypnotizing. Flashes, images, audio, and feelings coming in bits and man in those flashes of icon and speech sound, she saw herself naked, dressed as a Hindu slave, fucked and showing obvious house of maternity with a very declamatory swollen belly.

She can see her facial formulation are that of lust, and her hired man, her hands are squeezing her lactating huge tits and milking them as hard as a man, a strong young man drive her from behind. In the background, a vocalism, a dominating vocalization, so elysian is its mien Anu can not help herself but to mind.

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

Every night, as she sleeps, the appearance is on, programming her, changing her Psyche. But zero very strong and forceful, no orders, no control, only subtle suggestions, manipulation of emotions, stimulate sexual drive…etc. It works like dripping water supply on a Lucy Stone, slowly sipping through and breaching even the hardest of them all.

In improver, triggers were planted in order to let her see those image and enter a spell like province, while doing things totally of her own treaty and wishes. 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 shy of what had prompted it.

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

"Pregnant…"She savor this Book as she repeat it over and over, wondering whether the thing she saw were message from her Hindoo gods, 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 hour has passed since she sits under the maple tree in a enchantment.

She walk back into the home, and bowed very low, boldness still flushed,"So deplorable I am, know not time pass fast…"I raise a deal and tell her it is very well, I simply call for to stretch my legs after all the reading I had done, besides, it's such a effective day and I do not need anything at the moment.

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

I spoke in a voice so cold-blooded that even the sun can not raise the temperature in the kitchen one bit, but she could not pick up it. tiffin and afternoon tea were pleasant for both of us, we enjoyed good solid food and potable, Anu took meter to canvass various recipe script that I bought for her to register and draw upon, now she's beginning to grasp many strange and exotic dishes aside from her native Indian culinary art.

After drinking tea and eating scented chocolate patty and biscuits, I lay lazily against the cushion in the kinsperson way 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 soft report, as the beat progress, she begins to sing in a low and seductive voice, the Song dynasty and the medicine combine into a perfect soft melody that is soothing and yet subtlety arousing with every vulcanized fiber of its being.

Anu's face flushed as she sang, it is not a birdsong that a charwoman should be singing to another man who's not her husband, and yet she found herself unable to fend the impulse and desire to flirt this cycle together with the song. Her delicate digit trailed over the strings of the sitar as she finished the round and turned to face at me.

She finds me leaning against that mountain of cushion 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 times but there was no answer from me. frustrated she looks down at my privates, her eyes widened as she discovers that my pecker is now hard and swollen inside my pants. Even though appeared to be sleeping, I opened my eye eyelid slightly and observing what she will do.

Anu swallowed hard, then carefully engage 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 natural language over and over again on my cock and sucking hard on my cock psyche with her hands fondling and stroking my shaft and balls. Her middle flashed lust and something that wasn't there before, adoration, she is worshiping me as a ecclesiastic and absolute comportment in her lifespan.

lease go of my cock, Anu strips herself naked and then spread her legs lewdly to sit herself on my thick jibe. I did not impress, but only observed with not bad pastime as Anu worship my dick and then get naked to service it.

She sits her cunt right down on my prick and begins the careen up and down using her hairy mounds to dish my hawkshaw. Anu begins to moan as she feels my rooster plowing her fertile womanhood, as she begins to murmur as she fucks herself on my thick shaft.

"Oh my youthful lord, oh divine god, please accept your devoted subject and believer's service, distinguished me your seeds ! take in 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 optic become distant and hollow as her mind slipping into another planing machine of sub - consciousness, where she controlled, programmed as a toy and slave who worship me with all her cultism and brain.

Anu groaned as she sits herself down on my cock, impaling herself and then call down her pelvic arch, then sits down hard again. I look at her under my slightly open eye lids, an almost indiscernible grin along the recess of my lips as I enjoy her wet and ardent cunt surrounding my pecker as she tightens her vaginal brawniness to squeeze my ray hard.

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

I can feel my ballock tighten and my cock swollen with my extravasation close at hand, then I look at Anu more directly, grins into her seemingly blank stare and said in a low vocalism,"Very soon you will be truly mine, very soon you will be riding on my shaft and begging for more while you are self aware and conscious, until then, you will receive no lucidness nor closure !"

Anu chanted on as she bucked up and down on my putz as we both begin to cum very hard, waving of her vaginal succus washing over my cock like ocean waves while jet after jet of my hot sperm splashing against her cervix like a big hose. Anu lets out a loud 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 time of day or so later Anu awakes, she opens her eyes lazily, she felt like she was in a ambition, vague, satisfying but with cypher concrete for her to take on to and see it clearly. Then she gasped, finding herself lying on top of me, naked with my peter buried cryptical in her body, as she moves a bit she knew that I had cum hard in her.

She bit her lower sassing as she pull herself free from me, making a loud popping randomness as my cock slip out her sticky and damp womanhood. Anu held her thigh closely together and hurriedly pick up her saree and blouse, after that she looks at me, and let out a signboard.

She had by then guessed what had happened after she done playing the sitar and singing, but the details were lost to her, only dim images of herself riding on top of me like a unblushing woman and her pleads to be used harder that still ring at her ears at a space.

Anu's face softened as her hand reach out, caressing my nerve with her palm as she tries desperately to remember why she had acted like such a whore and slut, and how could she have got forgotten her richness wheel to have me dilute her again with the fertile ejaculate of my young person.

Now shamed and confused, but on a stiff sub - conscious grade satisfied, Anu hurriedly ran upstairs into her room to take a shower. Her head tried to hold on something unanimous in the dense fog, searching for lucidness to no service,"Why ?"as she cursed and asked herself repeatedly.

From the mo she awoke, I woke up as well, I kept mum and letting her discombobulation run its course, the Sir Thomas More she tries to cleared things up, the more she finds herself trapped and lost.

"Only with me can she determine clarity, if I choose to finally step in and acquire absolute controller of course,"I told myself,"but she is not yet totally candid, she still has families…but soon she will have no one except me…and by then, even God itself will not be able to assist her."

After the exhibitioner, Anu carefully take out an old, opprobrious and white photo of her mob, her finger change of location from face to face, her female parent, father, brother, sis, aunt…etc, drops of her teardrop fell on the photograph as she sobbed in silence.

It had been quite sometime since she saw any of them. Married and moving away from her biological folk are common and almost a usance for women of her setting.

Then with the marriage came the adversity of sprightliness, she had neither the money nor the meter to impose or call, but her portion and direction in life is certain, she is to live with her husband and his kinsperson, be a devoted wife and mother to his children.

But now she has clock time, and the money to indite 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 counterweight 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 pull her distance away, be a expert housekeeper, maid, or motherly elder sister even, but not my adult female.

"Devoted and clinging to me so strongly on sub - witting degree, yet her witting mind struggles in turmoil and confusion…Ah, such is the fact of life for her,"I said in the muteness of my own company in the family room,"family unit will be what she attempts to clinging to, her last shred of promise in India, like the umbilical cord that connects beget to fetus, but it is time to cut the cord and let the baby fly…though fly into iniquity she will,"I spoke with a soft yet chilling voice.

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

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