A small fry widow woman Live in amah goes abroad - She gets Transformed

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Her murmur vowel were as conflicting as her thinking, which I played over my Speaker quite loudly and clearly."So now you are worried are you not my beloved ?"I grinned,"But thinking will do you no good, your mind is mine, and you will no doubt found yourself in a limbo, a traffic circle of persuasion that will never arrive at 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 thoughts that reflects the great discombobulation 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 monitor till she slowly put the pocket-sized calendar book back into the draftsman and getting herself dressed again, to which I note that she now did not chafe to wear underskirt. My cock grows hard with the thought of standing next to her and rubbing my hired hand on her hairy mounds through the thin sari she wears.

I grinned coldly and then piece up the phone, directed a call to my agent in India,"Find her biological family, cross them down, have them gathering, firstly let greed blind them, then severalise them of her job, retrieve, nothing but the TRUTH"I told the agentive role,"Time to let her family do the dirty piece of work for me…"

After a long conversation, I hang up, and quickly draining the beer, I changed into a fooling blue Nike sport pants and a matching white t shirt, then proceed downstairs.

Anu is already busying cleaning and dusting the firm with a swifter gaberdine and a garbage bag to vacate the bins around the house. I looked at her plump buttocks joggle and wiggle as she cleans the hardwood trading floor. I walk up behind her quietly and throw my arms around her flex waist and pressing my private parts against her buttocks as she gasped in surprise.

She turned her head and search up, her face flushed and sweating a bit on her brow where a red bindi sits between her nicely cut back brows,"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 grinning curled up on the corner of my sass,"Working hard, my all obedient servant 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 answer,"Ye…Yes Mr. Aamir…"Anu replied in a rather shaky voice. I smile grew deeper and baring my white tooth like a animate being who has its prey well under its pawn. I pull her to tidy up up, her oral sex reach only my Kuki-Chin as I am a lot taller than she is, I inhaled deeply of the scented oil she uses to preserve her pilus shiny and arrange it into a single thick plait behind her header.

Anu's soundbox shivers as she feels my body wrapping all around her, swallowing her like great fire that consumes her mind. My hands pulled her long plait so she would look up and expose her neck. I lowered my fount, first kissing her neck gently and then nibbling her. Anu moaned and wiggled in my arms then trembled as I bit her attendant neck, her breather quickened and shoal as my hands slide into her sari, caressing her cunt with my experienced digit.

My teeth bit her neck hard, leaving bruises all over her neck and shoulders as well. She bit her lips as I take pleasure of her body as mine, her legs parted as my fingers advanced their assault and thrust deep up her womanhood.

She moaned loudly, the louder as my fingerbreadth take her clitoris between them and rubbing it very hard, making her juice dripping on the base and flowing down her second joint. My mouth feasted on her pinnace neck, biting her harder and harder.

"Ohhhh"Anu cried out as she experiences a humble sexual climax and leaned back against me to keep her standing, her mitt 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 hands went up to her shoulders and cervix, 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 casual household chores. Later as she finished cleaning and dusting the business firm, Anu takes a peep into the family way, seeing me busying with reading a volume, she dared not to intrude and decided to take a walk in the warm afternoon sun in the back railway yard garden.

She opens the large chalk threshold opening into the garden, ill-use out nude foot and inhaled deeply of the sweet fragrance of the flowers, the weather is very friendly, indulgent sun with lenify gentle wind that make a mortal 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 gentle, while in India, it's as if one has been placed in a hot oven to which there is no relief valve of. She looks at the flowers and suddenly thinking about the wedding wreath of flowers there are of customary in her Hindu upbringing.

With that thought, her creative thinker begins to wonder, not just daydreaming, but taxonomic, almost like programming and hypnotizing. Flashes, ikon, speech sound, and impression coming in bits and firearm in those trice of images and sound, she saw herself nude, dressed as a Hindu slave, fucked and showing obvious signs of maternity with a very tumid swollen belly.

She can see her facial expressions are that of lust, and her hands, her hands are squeezing her lactating huge mamilla and milking them as hard as a man, a strong untested man consume her from behind. In the backcloth, a representative, a overlook voice, so ecclesiastic is its bearing Anu can not help herself but to listen.

As she sits and listen in a seeming spell, I also watched her from inside the house, laughing. Those spy microphone, also served as hypnotizing and subliminal messaging transceivers.

Every night, as she sleeps, the show is on, programming her, changing her psyche. But nothing very strong and forceful, no orders, no program line, only subtle suggestions, handling of emotions, stimulate intimate drive…etc. It works like dripping water on a stone, slowly sipping through and breaching even the knockout of them all.

In addition, triggers were planted in ordering to let her see those images and enter a enchantment like state, while doing things totally of her own accord and wishes. I looked at Anu sitting under the tree, her heart 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 head like a slave as her side burned with the simulacrum of her pregnant and I take her from hindquarters.

"Pregnant…"She savor this word as she repeat it over and over, wondering whether the thing 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 house, unaware that a replete hour has passed since she sits under the maple tree in a enchantment.

She walk back into the firm, and bowed very low, face still flushed,"So sorry I am, know not clock time flip fast…"I raise a hand and tell her it is okay, I simply need to stretch my pegleg after all the version I had done, besides, it's such a good day and I do not demand anything at the bit.

Anu smiled back and excused herself from the kitchen as I looked at her back, a very cold grin creeping up my typeface,"oh it's a hint alright my slave, but not from your immortal, 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 hear it. luncheon and afternoon tea were pleasant for both of us, we enjoyed good food and drinkable, Anu took metre to study various recipe books that I bought for her to record and draw upon, now she's beginning to savvy many foreign and exotic sweetheart aside from her indigene Indian cuisines.

After drinking tea and eating sweet-flavored chocolate patty and biscuits, I lay lazily against the shock absorber in the sept 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 composition, as the round advancement, she begins to sing in a low and seductive part, the Sung and the music combine into a perfect soft melody that is soothing and yet subtlety arousing with every fiber of its being.

Anu's aspect flushed as she sang, it is not a song that a womanhood should be singing to another man who's not her husband, and yet she found herself ineffective to resist the urge and desire to play this rhythm together with the song. Her ticklish fingerbreadth trailed over the strings of the sitar as she finished the speech rhythm and turned to look at me.

She finds me leaning against that mountain of cushion and now seemingly benumbed, 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 response from me. discomfited she looks down at my crotch, her oculus widened as she discovers that my cock is now laborious and swollen inside my pants. Even though appeared to be sleeping, I opened my eye hat slightly and observing what she will do.

Anu swallowed hard, then carefully direct off my pants just enough to peril my shaft fully, then eagerly she lean down and hungrily sucking on my big magnetic pole. She runs her tongue over and over again on my rooster and sucking hard on my cock head with her deal fondling and stroking my shaft and balls. Her eyes flashed lust and something that wasn't there before, worship, she is worshiping me as a Jehovah and right-down presence in her lifespan.

Letting go of my tool, Anu strips herself naked and then spread her legs lewdly to sit herself on my thick shaft. I did not move, but only observed with slap-up pastime as Anu worship my cock and then get raw to service it.

She sits her cunt right down on my rooster and begins the careen up and down using her hairy mounds to attend my dick. Anu begins to moan as she feels my cock plowing her fertile muliebrity, as she begins to murmur as she fucks herself on my midst ray.

"Oh my immature noble, oh divine god, please accept your devoted subject and worshiper's Service, terrific me your seeded player ! Make me yours !"she first whispered then her voice speaks out louder and louder as she repeats it over and over again as a intonation in Hindi.

With the growing chant, her center become upstage and hollow as her mind slipping into another planer of sub - knowingness, where she controlled, programmed as a toy and slave who worship me with all her devotion and nous.

Anu groaned as she sits herself down on my peter, impaling herself and then raise her hips, then sits down hard again. I look at her under my slightly open eye lids, an almost undetectable grin along the recession of my lips as I enjoy her wet and ardent cunt surrounding my tool as she tightens her vaginal muscles to squeeze my gibe hard.

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

I can feel my Ball tighten and my cock swollen with my eruption close at helping hand, then I look at Anu more directly, grins into her seemingly space stare and said in a low representative,"Very soon you will be truly mine, very soon you will be riding on my stopcock and begging for more while you are self cognisant and conscious, until then, you will have no clearness nor block !"

Anu chanted on as she bucked up and down on my prick as we both begin to cum very hard, waves of her vaginal juice washing over my putz like ocean undulation while jet after jet of my hot sperm splashing against her cervix like a big hosiery. 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 middle lazily, she felt like she was in a dream, vague, satisfying but with zip concrete for her to harbor on to and see it clearly. Then she gasped, finding herself lying on top of me, naked with my turncock buried deep in her body, as she moves a bit she knew that I had cum hard in her.

She bit her low-pitched lips as she pull herself rid from me, making a trashy popping noise as my rooster miscue out her sticky and moist womanhood. Anu held her thighs closely together and hurriedly blame up her sari and blouse, after that she looks at me, and let out a house.

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

Anu's cheek softened as her bridge player stretch out, caressing my cheeks with her medal as she tries desperately to recall why she had acted like such a cocotte and slut, and how could she have forgotten her birth rate cycle to own me stretch her again with the fertile germ of my youth.

Now shamed and confused, but on a warm sub - conscious layer satisfied, Anu hurriedly ran upstairs into her way to take a shower. Her intellect tried to grasp something strong in the dense fog, searching for uncloudedness to no avail,"Why ?"as she cursed and asked herself repeatedly.

From the consequence she awoke, I woke up as well, I kept tacit and letting her confusion run its course, the more she tries to light affair up, the more she finds herself trapped and lost.

"Only with me can she discover clarity, if I choose to finally step in and take absolute mastery of form,"I told myself,"but she is not yet totally open, she still has families…but soon she will get no one except me…and by then, even God itself will not be able to help her."

After the exhibitor, Anu carefully have out an old, black and ovalbumin pic of her family, her finger travels from face to side, her mother, forefather, brother, sister, aunt…etc, driblet of her tear fell on the pic as she sobbed in silence.

It had been quite sometime since she saw any of them. Married and moving away from her biological family are common and almost a customs for womanhood of her background knowledge.

Then with the marriage came the hardship of life, she had neither the money nor the time to inflict or forebode, but her fate and direction in life is certain, she is to live with her husband and his family, be a consecrate wife and mother to his children.

But now she has sentence, and the money to write 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 equipoise has been thrown off, no longer is she certain of what she should do. Should she stay on and become a variety of paramour for me or should she pull her space away, be a good housekeeper, maidservant, or motherly elder sister even, but not my woman.

"Devoted and clinging to me so strongly on sub - witting tier, yet her witting mind conflict in hullabaloo and confusion…Ah, such is the fact of life for her,"I said in the secretiveness of my own company in the fellowship room,"kinfolk will be what she attempts to clinging to, her last scintilla of hope in India, like the umbilical cord electric cord that connects mother to fetus, but it is metre to cut the cord and let the child fly…though fly into darkness she will,"I spoke with a cushy yet chilling voice.

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

Continued