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

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Her murmurs were as conflicting as her thoughts, which I played over my speaker unit quite loudly and clearly."So now you are worried are you not my honey ?"I grinned,"But thinking will do you no dear, your thinker is mine, and you will no uncertainty found yourself in a oblivion, a circle of thoughts that will never gain a finale until I step in…"

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

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I watched Anu on the proctor till she slowly put the low calendar script back into the drawer and getting herself dressed again, to which I note that she now did not nark to wear petticoat. My cock grows hard with the thought process of standing next to her and rubbing my hand on her hairy mounds through the melt off saree she wears.

I grinned coldly and then pluck up the earpiece, directed a Call to my agent in Republic of India,"Find her biological family, cross them down, have them gather, first let greed dim them, then tell them of her job, remember, zippo but the TRUTH"I told the agent,"fourth dimension to let her kinfolk do the dirty study for me…"

After a long conversation, I hang up, and quickly draining the beer, I changed into a free-and-easy blue Nike sport pants and a twinned blanched t shirt, then proceed downstairs.

Anu is already busying cleaning and dusting the sign of the zodiac with a swifter gaberdine and a drivel bag to empty the BIN around the house. I looked at her plump buttocks jiggle and wiggle as she cleans the hardwood floor. I walk up behind her quietly and throw my limb around her bend waist and pressing my crotch against her buttocks as she gasped in surprise.

She turned her head and wait up, her face flushed and sweating a bit on her brow where a red bindi sits between her nicely cut down 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 pecker against her buttocks.

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

Stammering for a answer,"Ye…Yes Mr. Aamir…"Anu replied in a rather shivering voice. I smile grew inscrutable and baring my Edward Douglas White Jr. dentition like a beast who has its prey well under its pawn. I pull her to unbend up, her top dog reach only my Chin as I am a lot taller than she is, I inhaled deeply of the sweet-scented oil she uses to keep her hair's-breadth shiny and arrange it into a single thick plait behind her head.

Anu's body shivers as she feels my body wrapping all around her, swallowing her like great flame that consumes her intellect. My deal pulled her long plait so she would front up and expose her neck. I lowered my side, first kissing her neck opening gently and then nibbling her. Anu moaned and wiggled in my arms then trembled as I bit her tender neck, her breath quickened and shallow as my hands slide into her sari, caressing her cunt with my feel fingers.

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

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 thighs. My oral fissure feasted on her attendant neck, biting her harder and harder.

"Ohhhh"Anu cried out as she experiences a small orgasm and leaned back against me to preserve her standing, her handwriting clutching my t shirt as she flashes me a very motherly, yet extremely submissive facial expression.

I laughed, then I let go of her, walking into the home elbow room and left her alone. Anu's hands went up to her articulatio humeri and neck, caressing the cross 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 chores. Later as she finished cleanup and dusting the theater, Anu takes a peep into the household way, seeing me busying with reading a book, she dared not to intrude and decided to take a walk in the strong afternoon sun in the plump for yard garden.

She opens the prominent glass door opening into the garden, step out bare infantry and inhaled deeply of the sweetened fragrance of the flowers, the weather is very friendly, soft sun with gentle cinch that make a person 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 pacify, while in India, it's as if one has been placed in a hot oven to which there is no flight 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 mind begins to question, not just daydreaming, but systematic, almost like computer programming and hypnotizing. Flashes, double, phone, and feelings coming in act and pieces in those ostentation of range of a function and sounds, she saw herself naked, dressed as a Hindu slave, fucked and showing obvious mansion of pregnancy with a very bombastic swollen belly.

She can see her facial formula are that of lust, and her hands, her hands are squeezing her lactating huge tits and milking them as hard as a man, a impregnable Danton True Young man take her from posterior. In the background, a voice, a commanding vocalisation, so providential is its presence Anu can not help herself but to listen.

As she sits and listen in a seeming trance, 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 soul. But null very strong and forceful, no orders, no commands, only elusive suggestions, manipulation of emotions, stimulate sexual drive…etc. It works like dripping water supply on a stone, slowly sipping through and breaching even the hardest of them all.

In addition, triggers were planted in purchase order to let her see those image and enter a trance like United States Department of State, while doing affair totally of her own accord and indirect request. I looked at Anu sitting under the Tree, her optic 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 point like a slave as her face burned with the figure of her pregnant and I take her from bum.

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

She walk back into the house, and bowed very low, expression still flushed,"So sorry I am, know not time pass fast…"I raise a hand and secernate her it is very well, I simply take to debase my peg after all the Reading I had done, besides, it's such a adept day and I do not ask anything at the moment.

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

I spoke in a vocalization so moth-eaten that even the sun can not raise the temperature in the kitchen one bit, but she could not hear it. Lunch and afternoon tea were pleasant for both of us, we enjoyed good food and drinking, Anu took time to analyze diverse recipe books that I bought for her to read and draw upon, now she's beginning to grasp many foreign and exotic looker aside from her indigen Indian cuisines.

After drinking tea and eating Henry Sweet drinking chocolate cakes and biscuits, I lay lazily against the cushions in the family room while Anu plays the sitar for me.

She sits succeeding to me and adjusted her sitar on her lap before she began. She played a easy composition, as the rhythm progress, she begins to tattle in a low and seductive voice, the song and the music combine into a arrant flaccid melody that is soothing and yet refinement arousing with every fiber of its being.

Anu's brass flushed as she sang, it is not a song that a woman should be singing to another man who's not her husband, and yet she found herself unable to reject the urge and desire to play this rhythm together with the Song dynasty. Her fragile digit trailed over the string section of the sitar as she finished the rhythm and turned to reckon at me.

She finds me leaning against that mountain of shock 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. Disappointed she looks down at my crotch, her eyes widened as she discovers that my cock is now backbreaking and conceited inside my drawers. Even though appeared to be sleeping, I opened my eye eyelid slightly and observing what she will do.

Anu swallowed hard, then carefully take off my pants just enough to expose my rooster fully, then eagerly she lean down and hungrily sucking on my big rod. She runs her tongue over and over again on my cock and sucking hard on my cock head with her work force fondling and stroking my shaft of light and orchis. Her center flashed lust and something that wasn't there before, worship, she is worshiping me as a God Almighty and absolute mien in her life sentence.

Letting go of my prick, Anu strips herself defenseless and then spread her legs lewdly to sit herself on my thick slam. I did not move, but only observed with big interest as Anu worship my pecker and then get naked to serve it.

She sits her twat right down on my hammer and begins the rock up and down using her hairy mounds to attend my cock. Anu begins to moan as she feels my cock plowing her fertile womanhood, as she begins to murmur as she fucks herself on my thick quill.

"Oh my immature master, oh divine god, please accept your devoted subject and worshiper's service, rarified me your seeds ! Make 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 eyes become distant and hollow as her mind slipping into another plane of sub - cognisance, where she controlled, programmed as a toy and break one's back who worship me with all her devotion and head.

Anu groaned as she sits herself down on my pecker, impaling herself and then raise her hips, then sits down hard again. I look at her under my slightly give eye lids, an almost undetectable smile along the corner of my lips as I enjoy her wet and warm cunt surrounding my cock as she tightens her vaginal brawniness to squeeze my irradiation hard.

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

I can feel my orchis tighten and my dick swollen with my eruption close at hand, 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 peter and begging for more while you are self cognisant and conscious, until then, you will ingest no clarity nor closure !"

Anu chanted on as she bucked up and down on my cock as we both begin to cum very hard, undulation of her vaginal succus washing over my cock like ocean wafture while jet after jet of my hot sperm cell splashing against her cervix like a big hose. Anu lets out a loudly 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 hr or so later Anu awakes, she opens her eyes lazily, she felt like she was in a dreaming, vague, satisfying but with nil concrete for her to arrest 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 lower lips as she pull herself rid from me, making a garish popping noise as my dick teddy out her sticky and dampish fair sex. Anu held her thighs closely together and hurriedly clean up her sari 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 point were lost to her, only wispy mental image of herself riding on top of me like a shameless cleaning lady and her pleads to be used harder that still ring at her ears at a aloofness.

Anu's face softened as her hired man reach out, caressing my cheeks with her palm as she tries desperately to remember why she had acted like such a whore and slut, and how could she possess forgotten her fertility cycle to throw me adulterate her again with the productive come of my spring chicken.

Now shamed and confused, but on a strong sub - conscious level satisfied, Anu hurriedly ran upstairs into her room to learn a exhibitor. Her idea tried to dig something satisfying in the dense fog, searching for clarity to no avail,"Why ?"as she cursed and asked herself repeatedly.

From the here and now she awoke, I woke up as well, I kept silent and letting her confusion run its line, the Sir Thomas More she tries to clear thing up, the Sir Thomas More she finds herself trapped and lost.

"Only with me can she receive clarity, if I choose to finally mistreat in and take rank dominance of course,"I told myself,"but she is not yet totally overt, she still has families…but soon she will consume no one except me…and by then, even God itself will not be capable to help her."

After the shower, Anu carefully take out an old, black and white pic of her fellowship, her finger travel from face to face, her mother, father, pal, babe, aunt…etc, drop of her tear fell on the exposure as she sobbed in silence.

It had been quite onetime since she saw any of them. Married and moving away from her biologic family are common and almost a usage for women of her background.

Then with the spousal relationship came the hardship of aliveness, she had neither the money nor the time to inflict or shout out, but her fate and management in life-time is sealed, she is to live with her husband and his family, be a dedicate wife and mother to his children.

But now she has time, and the money to write or even inspect them, yet she has lost something in spirit that can not be bought, she grew uncertain. Uncertain of what to do, her equaliser has been thrown off, no longer is she certain of what she should do. Should she stick around and suit a sort of courtesan for me or should she pull her space away, be a good housekeeper, maid, 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 excitement and confusion…Ah, such is the fact of life for her,"I said in the secrecy of my own company in the family room,"kinsperson will be what she attempts to clinging to, her finally iota of promise in Republic of India, like the umbilical cord that connects beget to fetus, but it is clock time to cut the cord and let the baby fly…though fly into darkness she will,"I spoke with a gentle yet chilling vocalism.

Then, as the sun slowly going down the skyline, and Anu sobbed in her room, in the growing duskiness of the house, my laughter filled the void hallow of the place.

Continued