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

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Her grumble 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 dear ?"I grinned,"But thinking will do you no unspoiled, your mind is mine, and you will no doubt found yourself in a oblivion, a circle of view that will never hand a conclusion until I step in…"

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

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Now Further

I watched Anu on the reminder till she slowly put the small calendar book back into the drawer and getting herself dressed again, to which I note that she now did not get to to fatigue petticoat. My hammer grows hard with the thought of standing adjacent to her and rubbing my hired man on her hairy mounds through the slender sari she wears.

I grinned coldly and then peck up the speech sound, directed a song to my factor in Bharat,"Find her biologic phratry, tail them down, have them gather, first let greed blind them, then tell them of her job, remember, null but the TRUTH"I told the broker,"clip to let her family do the dirty work for me…"

After a yearn conversation, I hang up, and quickly draining the beer, I changed into a nonchalant bluing Nike sportswoman pants and a couple Elwyn Brooks White t shirt, then carry on downstairs.

Anu is already busying cleaning and dusting the theatre with a swifter dustcloth and a food waste bag to empty the ABA transit number around the house. I looked at her plump buns jiggle and wiggle as she cleans the hardwood floor. I walk up behind her quietly and throw my arms around her bend shank and pressing my crotch against her buttocks as she gasped in surprise.

She turned her head and look up, her facial expression flushed and sweating a bit on her brow where a red bindi sits between her nicely trimmed forehead,"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 cock against her buttocks.

A smile curled up on the corner of my back talk,"workings hard, my all obedient servant and devoted fair sex ? !"spoke though by me in a low voice, it sounded like a huge lightning had just exploded succeeding to Anu's pinna.

Stammering for a reply,"Ye…Yes Mr. Aamir…"Anu replied in a rather shaky voice. I smile grew deeper and baring my Caucasian teeth like a beast who has its prey well under its cat's-paw. I pull her to tidy up up, her psyche reach only my Chin as I am a lot taller than she is, I inhaled deeply of the scent oil she uses to keep her hair shiny and arrange it into a unmarried thick plait behind her nous.

Anu's body shiver as she feels my consistency wrapping all around her, swallowing her like great flame that consumes her psyche. My hands pulled her long plait so she would wait up and expose her cervix. I lowered my face, first kissing her neck gently and then nibbling her. Anu moaned and wiggled in my arms then trembled as I bit her tender neck opening, her breathing space quickened and shallow as my manus slide into her sari, caressing her pussy with my experienced finger.

My teeth bit her neck gruelling, leaving bruise all over her neck and shoulders as well. She bit her lips as I take pleasure of her body as mine, her leg parted as my fingerbreadth advanced their assault and poking deep up her womanhood.

She moaned loudly, the louder as my fingers take her clit between them and rubbing it very hard, making her juice dripping on the trading floor and flowing down her thigh. My oral cavity feasted on her tender neck, biting her harder and harder.

"Ohhhh"Anu cried out as she experiences a modest orgasm and leaned back against me to keep open her standing, her hands 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 work force went up to her berm and neck opening, 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 daily household chore. Later as she finished cleanup and dusting the house, Anu takes a peek into the family room, seeing me busying with reading a book, she dared not to intrude and decided to guide a paseo in the warm good afternoon sun in the back yard garden.

She opens the boastfully glass door opening into the garden, mistreat out publicise ft and inhaled deeply of the dulcet fragrance of the peak, the weather is very well-disposed, soft cheer with gentle breeze that make a person simply feel…lazy.

Anu sits on the lawn under the maple Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and enjoying the sun, it's a lot better here, she decided. Here the sun is soft and entitle, while in India, it's as if one has been placed in a hot oven to which there is no leakage of. She looks at the flowers and suddenly thinking about the wedding garland of flower there are of habitual in her Hindu nurture.

With that thought, her mind begins to marvel, not just daydreaming, but taxonomical, almost like programming and hypnotizing. flare, effigy, sounds, and flavour coming in bits and pieces in those twinkling of images and sounds, she saw herself naked, dressed as a Hindustani slave, fucked and showing obvious signs of pregnancy with a very gravid swollen belly.

She can see her facial nerve expressions are that of luxuria, and her handwriting, her hands are squeezing her lactating huge tits and milking them as hard as a man, a strong young man take her from tush. In the ground, a voice, a commanding voice, so divine is its presence Anu can not assist herself but to listen.

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

Every night, as she sleeps, the appearance is on, programming her, changing her psyche. But zip very strong and forceful, no orders, no commands, only subtle hint, handling of emotions, stimulate intimate drive…etc. It works like dripping H2O on a stone, slowly sipping through and breaching even the heavily of them all.

In addition, initiation were planted in lodge to let her see those prototype and enter a trance like state, while doing affair totally of her own accord and wishing. I looked at Anu sitting under the tree, her eye fixed and then she stirred, exiting the trance and looking around, remembering everything she saw yet unsure of what had prompted it.

Then she turns around, seeing me and bowed her promontory like a slave as her face burned with the look-alike of her pregnant and I take her from behind.

"Pregnant…"She savor this word as she repeat it over and over, wondering whether the things she saw were message from her Hindu gods, hinting her that she is destined to be mine. Anu murmured on as she straightens up, walking back into the business firm, unaware that a full moon hour has passed since she sits under the maple tree in a spell.

She walk back into the family, and bowed very low, grimace still flushed,"So sorry I am, know not clock time pass fast…"I raise a bridge player and tell her it is alright, I simply need to stretch my legs after all the reading I had done, besides, it's such a dependable 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 inhuman grin creeping up my face,"oh it's a hint alright my striver, but not from your deity, they are from me, and from now on, I, Am, Your, God !"

I spoke in a voice so cold that even the sun can not raise the temperature in the kitchen one bit, but she could not take heed it. Lunch and afternoon tea were pleasant for both of us, we enjoyed upright food and drinking, Anu took time to study respective recipe books that I bought for her to learn and thread upon, now she's start to grasp many foreign and alien looker aside from her indigene Amerindic cuisines.

After drinking tea and eating sweet cocoa bar and biscuits, I lay lazily against the cushions in the phratry 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 soft penning, as the rhythm progress, she begins to sing in a low and seductive voice, the birdcall and the music combine into a unadulterated soft melody that is soothing and yet shade arousing with every fiber of its being.

Anu's face flushed as she sang, it is not a birdsong that a woman should be singing to another man who's not her husband, and yet she found herself ineffectual to resist the impulse and desire to play this rhythm together with the song. Her finespun fingers trailed over the strings of the sitar as she finished the regular recurrence and turned to look at me.

She finds me leaning against that mountain of cushions and now seemingly gone, 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 various times but there was no solvent from me. Disappointed she looks down at my crotch, her eyes widened as she discovers that my cock is now backbreaking and swell inside my drawers. Even though appeared to be sleeping, I opened my eye lids slightly and observing what she will do.

Anu swallowed hard, then carefully take on off my pant just enough to expose my prick fully, then eagerly she lean down and hungrily sucking on my big terminal. She runs her tongue over and over again on my cock and sucking hard on my putz head with her bridge player fondling and stroking my diaphysis and balls. Her eyes flashed lust and something that wasn't there before, worship, she is worshiping me as a divine and absolute presence in her life.

Letting go of my cock, Anu strips herself naked and then spread her legs lewdly to sit herself on my thick cock. I did not move, but only observed with peachy stake as Anu adoration my stopcock and then get raw to service it.

She sits her cunt right down on my putz and begins the rock up and down using her hairy mounds to serve my dick. Anu begins to groan as she feels my putz plowing her fertile womanhood, as she begins to murmur as she fucks herself on my thick shaft.

"Oh my Whitney Young Creator, oh Almighty god, please consent your devoted case and worshipper's Service, grand me your germ ! Make me yours !"she first whispered then her vocalisation speaks out louder and louder as she repeats it over and over again as a chanting in Hindi.

With the growing chant, her centre become removed and hollow as her creative thinker slipping into another plane of sub - consciousness, where she controlled, programmed as a toy and break one's back who worship me with all her devotion and thinker.

Anu groaned as she sits herself down on my hammer, impaling herself and then kindle her pelvic arch, then sits down hard again. I look at her under my slightly open eye palpebra, an almost indiscernible grinning along the corner of my lip as I enjoy her wet and warm cunt surrounding my stopcock as she tightens her vaginal muscles to squeeze my shaft hard.

Our heftiness tightened with our impending orgasms as Anu chanted loud, over and over again like a automaton as she uses her body to serve and idolize me.

I can finger my nut tighten and my prick swollen with my eruption close at hired man, then I look at Anu more directly, grins into her seemingly blank stare and said in a low voice,"Very soon you will be truly mine, very soon you will be riding on my tool and begging for More while you are self aware and witting, until then, you will induce no uncloudedness nor stoppage !"

Anu chanted on as she bucked up and down on my turncock as we both begin to cum very hard, waves of her vaginal juice washing over my cock like ocean Wave while jet after jet of my hot sperm splashing against her neck like a big hose. Anu lets out a tacky moan 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 eyes lazily, she felt like she was in a dream, vague, satisfying but with nothing concrete for her to hold on to and see it clearly. Then she gasped, finding herself lying on top of me, naked with my putz buried deep in her body, as she moves a bit she knew that I had cum hard in her.

She bit her lower lips as she pull herself free from me, making a loud popping randomness as my dick slip out her sticky and moist womanhood. Anu held her thighs closely together and hurriedly plunk up her saree 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 singing, but the details were lost to her, only dim double of herself riding on top of me like a unblushing charwoman and her pleads to be used harder that still ring at her ear at a distance.

Anu's face softened as her hand reach out, caressing my cheeks with her palm as she tries desperately to retrieve why she had acted like such a lady of pleasure and slut, and how could she have forgotten her fertility rate cycle to have me load her again with the fertile seeds of my youth.

Now shamed and throw, but on a strong sub - conscious storey satisfied, Anu hurriedly ran upstairs into her room to take a shower. Her mind tried to grasp something strong in the dense fog, searching for clarity to no avail,"Why ?"as she cursed and asked herself repeatedly.

From the moment she awoke, I woke up as well, I kept silent and letting her mix-up run its course, the more she tries to crystallize affair up, the More she finds herself trapped and lost.

"Only with me can she find out lucidness, if I choose to finally ill-use in and take infrangible mastery of course,"I told myself,"but she is not yet totally overt, she still has families…but soon she will have no one except me…and by then, even God itself will not be able to help her."

After the shower, Anu carefully take out an old, black and tweed photo of her family, her finger travels from side to facial expression, her mother, father, blood brother, sis, aunt…etc, drops of her tear fell on the photo as she sobbed in silence.

It had been quite one-time since she saw any of them. Married and moving away from her biologic family unit are common and almost a custom for char of her background.

Then with the spousal relationship came the hardship of life, she had neither the money nor the fourth dimension to visit or holler, but her circumstances and direction in liveliness is sure, she is to live with her husband and his category, be a give wife and mother to his small fry.

But now she has clip, and the money to write or even confabulate them, yet she has lost something in life that can not be bought, she grew incertain. Uncertain of what to do, her balance has been thrown off, no longer is she sealed of what she should do. Should she remain and get a sort of paramour for me or should she extract her distance away, be a good housekeeper, maiden, or motherly elder sis even, but not my woman.

"Devoted and clinging to me so strongly on sub - conscious level, yet her witting mind struggles in turmoil and confusion…Ah, such is the fact of biography for her,"I said in the secretiveness of my own caller in the family line way,"Family will be what she attempts to clinging to, her last rag of promise in India, like the umbilical electric cord that connects fuss to fetus, but it is time to cut the cord and let the babe fly…though fly into darkness she will,"I spoke with a balmy yet chilling vocalism.

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

Continued