My Live-in Maid - Indian widow woman 's new life abroad.- 9

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

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Her hand went up to her ample bosom, feeling her heart ripped into pieces as tears flowing down her impertinence and wet the pillow along with the sheet and blanket. Anu cried and cried, curled into a bollock on her bed as loneliness swept through her entire being.

Gently and slowly I sit on her bed and rend her into my arms again, offering her solace and companionship in her 60 minutes of need. A flashgun of devilish grin curled up the corner of my backtalk, `` The ties are severed, the alone dove now helpless, and alone, with no one else to release to except to the darkness that engulfs her unhurt. ''

That night Anu slept uneasily with me next to her, her manus clinging to me, afraid to let unloose.

Looking down at her brass as she slept, `` The wheel of circumstances is turning and the farting of portion awaits you, my knuckle down Anu. '' I said with a slow paced glacial whole tone that will cool down any living thing to the substance of their center.

All except Anu, who sleeps more soundly and finger secure that I was there with her, unaware that she was swallowed into a maw to which she has no hope to the brightness or climbing out ever again.

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Now Further

Anu wakes up to the morning sunlight that shone through the windowpane, she lazily turned a bit and finds me lying adjacent to her on the bed. Her face darkened a bit as she remembered the dread declaration I have on my desk. She bit her sass, let her nous admiration what she will do now, then a voice, louder than ever said to her,"stop, be his slave, be his lover, mother, senior baby, whatever he wants of you will be better than what awaits you back in India, if you even have a home there to go back to."

Anu gasps, never did she realized that after last dark the last line, the last rampart crumbled in her, making her heart and psyche vulnerable and undefended for mesmerism. And I was here to carry her, to comfort her and now to a degree, I exerted restraint over her, putting an image, an nub that I dominate and control her in her nous. It is not strong, but it will no doubt affect her thinking and reasoning.

Her thinker, now freed from its old boundaries and restrains, begins to see me as the predominant and telephone exchange figure in her psyche. I smiled at her and tell Anu it is prison term to get up, and suggest her to take a exhibitioner and get herself freshened up. Anu nodded and after shyly place a kiss on my impudence, she gets out of the bed and begins to undress herself naked.

Now she felt rude to be naked in my comportment, after she got naked, she step into the shower and turn on the water, letting hot piddle relaxing her muscleman as she rinse her tomentum with shampoo. I grinned and followed into the shower ; I stand behind Anu and begin to rub the underside of her Brobdingnagian soft tits, rubbing her large fat nipples hard.

My raging manhood pressing hard against her dorsum as Anu proceeds to finish washing her long hair and turned around, smiled lovingly at me. Her hands reach out and hire my cock into her flabby lissom hands, stroking my shaft up and down.

Then she kneeled in the exhibitor and take my Brobdingnagian shot into her wet mouth, sucking loudly, bobbing up and down on my cock, and using her glossa to clobber all over my putz. I moaned loudly, and pluck her face down on my rooster, making her sucking me harder.

Hot H2O splashing on our consistency as I enjoy her new found submission. She begin to slurp very loudly as I feel my balls tighten and set up to bust, Anu looks up and her eyes speaks loudly,"Please fee your loyal devoted maid your precious cum."

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

I groaned loudly as I cum hard, Anu sucked and licked my prick vigorously then let go of my stopcock and stand up, shaking, asking in a humble quivering voice,"Master, did I please you ? Did I do well as your amah ? Am I your good devoted Indian woman ?"

Her sense of being and family was lost all in one crucial nose candy in conclusion, her upbringings taught her that charwoman should be a part of the folk, to be loyal and devoted for it is their purpose in life, traditionally.

What the declaration designed to do, I grinned to myself, is to deal a fatal snow to her horse sense of belonging, making her look alone, unwanted, betrayed, shamed…etc.

To prepare her extremely vulnerable for my plan, to force her mind into a state of confusedness and seismic disturbance so I can start out to control her, to have her psyche agnise me as the rife man,"the man"in her mind for her to put her veneration to.

"Yes of course you are, you are mine !"I said in a soft vocalization to Anu and she immediately relaxed and her manifestation brightened up as she rubbed her breasts against my chest as her men trying to aim detention of raging immense stopcock and serve it with her body.

She now turned into the very traditional thinking of Amerind women, to serve well men and be pregnant with his fry, Anu now finds herself safe in the very traditional way, and she needs to be used in the traditional way as her idea wrapped around me in her psyche as the dominating man in order to cope with her loss of sensory faculty of belonging.

The treachery of her family left her head a vast gapping hole and her mind was desperate in grasping straws in decree to keep 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 receive Anu raise her leg as I lowered myself and thrust my hip joint upward till I sank all my fat dick up her hairy mound, Anu signed, moaning as she wiggles her articulatio coxae slight and trying to check my shaft in her cunt.

I begin to fuck her slowly under the hot water, I can feel the tenseness build in my cock as I thrust my pelvic girdle and slamming my manhood deeply into her body and plow her wet playing area 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 prepare breakfast for me. I nodded, letting her has some time to herself will be quite beneficial for her, after all, I did not go through all these trouble to have her gone mad and insane and ends up motivation to be institutionalized.

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

As I walk downstairs to begin my day by day physical exercise session, Anu hummed to herself as she begins to make a hearty breakfast. She is felicitous, a lot happier than last nighttime, the betrayal of her house bit her so hard the specula almost fell from her hand.

moldiness observe happy intellection, must keep Mr. Aamir felicitous, yes, concenter on Mr. Aamir, that is more productive, and that is good for you. She repeated to herself various sentence before go back to her cooking.

Today she decided that she will fix some shrimp omelet along with pan fried Solanum tuberosum. She first heated the pan on the stove, then pour some oil, high temperature it evenly before she add the already prepared frozen peewee and pour the scrambled ball into the bombastic pan.

The egg and shrimp sizzling in the pan as the sweet odour of food sate the kitchen/dining room once again. After acute exercising, I slowly walk up to the principal floor and lazily strode into the kitchen, spread the drape and blinds, letting bright sun light come in through the windows.

Anu said in a cheerful timbre,"Mr. Aamir, breakfast cook fast very."I nodded and open up the electric refrigerator, take a jar of milk and pour myself a big glass of it. I drink half of it down thirstily before I take my common seat by the vauntingly dining table.

Then I sip the milk, letting myself loose in the thought, in the moment and not to opine of all those mind games, but to simply adore, smasher. Garbed loosely in a creamy yellow sari and a matching blouse, her breaking ball are the gift from god to men.

My eyes traced from her ample large tits down to her slightly plumpish waist, them to her good juicy buttocks, not exactly hour glassful figure, but more than animal, more womanly mature.

"Which is why she was chosen,"I reassured myself. I watched her hind end jingle as she hummed in a rhythm that though is unfamiliar to me, quite pleasant to my auricle. I closed my eyes, enjoying and letting myself drunk in this quiet. My mind wondered and relaxed until Anu tapped me on my shoulder and asked with an uncertain voice if I would care to hold my breakfast now.

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

I smiled at her and hold Anu sits down with me as we enjoy a good dawning meal in relatively rarified silence, both have much in mind but chose not to verbalize out at this moment.

Anu ate her part quietly, but her eyes never left me as her mind focused all her aid 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 wooden leg across-the-board, inviting me to explore the jungle covering her now moist womanhood. She signed in pleasance as my toes rubbed against her pussy, exploring her kitty-cat with my feet. Begging for more she spread her legs wide of the mark surface and almost throw herself onto my understructure as I rubbed her hairy labia hard."OOOOOH OOOOOH GOD…"

Anu moaned loudly as her cunt flooded itself in reaction to her stimulation. My toes persistently explore the thick lot of her fur, rubbing difficult against her slit and occasionally imperativeness into her slippery and hot pussy causing Anu to moan ever so thin and bit her lips.

Sliding my toe in and out her cunt, her hands now tugging tightly on her saree as her optic one-half shut, her consistence leans back against the chair and her lips would part rebuff when she moan in ecstasy.

Anu begins to moan louder and louder, she can feel her vaginal muscular tissue clenching so tightly around his toe, and every time he pushes into her womanhood, she can not serve but to tighten her body and welcoming his invading advances with her pussy.

Slowly I pull my fundament back and leaving Anu flushed and wet, her chest heaved and along with it, her big easygoing knocker, her breath short circuit and hallow as she tries to calm herself down.

Anu flashes me a smell then lowered her head as she tries to rearranges her sari to a presentable look, even though her foreplay had already wetted it in addition to the big wet fleck on the death chair she sits on right wing now.

I smiled then finish the rest of my omelet and white 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 on a higher floor into my room and shut the door close and lock in it behind me.

I sit on my big comfy chair and twist on the monitoring screen. On it I observed her movements and actions, and can hear her humming, whispering and murmuring. After clean up the home base, forks and cupful, Anu heads back on a higher floor into her room.

Since I am in my own room, therefore she did not consider it would be much of a requirement to close the door fully, instead, she only shuts the door half close so in character I called, she can respond faster. She begins to divest after opening the W.C. room access and pack a look at herself in the big full length mirror, Anu takes off the wet sari, and carefully using a hairdryer to dry it.

It dried firm under the hot wind of the hairdryer, and Anu looks up, looking at her body, naked from waist down in the mirror, and in the mystery of my legal proof room, I laughed as I can see her clearly as well. She looks at her plumpish figure in the mirror ; her custody measuring her not so slim waist line of credit then trace the thick jungle that covers her body from navel down to her fat mounds. Her digit brushing against her clit as her body shivered and a moan escaped from her mouth.

She looks around, and then went to come together the door tightly shut, but still so incognizant that she can do zip to scat my eyes. Anu slowly raise her decent let up and rest it on her bed, then she use her fingerbreadth to circularize her fat labia unfastened, exposing her very moist woman and engorged clit.

I looked on with bang-up 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 monitor, Anu walks toward the dark stand next to her bed and pull open a drawer, taking out a pocket-size calendar book and begin to count the date and finger's breadth, murmuring.

I zoomed in on the calendar and electrical switch Angle, boost the sound receipt in the tiny spy mike, what I see made me grin at first and then laugh loudly.

On the minor calendar book, Anu circled her menstrual catamenia and is now counting the escort and time of her fertility."It is close, so close, should I let Mr. Aamir eff ? No. No. What will he think of you ? It is good to keep it a mysterious, it is a feminine matter and unworthy of his attention. But…what will happen if I am bred and become pregnant ? Pregnancy ! Oh idol, will Mr. Aamir be so nauseate with me that he will throw me out ? No, it can not be, had it not been proved in Republic of India that you maybe infertile and that is why you were unable to bear even a young woman in all those year of marriage ceremony ? But…but it could also be that my…my ex was infertile and that is why we had no youngster. If that is avowedly, then oh god, all those…those fucking Mr. Aamir gave me would give birth me…me impregnated in no sentence ! Is it such a bad thing to take over his tyke ? Besides, is it not a womanly tariff to birth children ? And if Mr. Aamir owns you, then what was there to talk over in the inaugural lieu ? You are his are you not ? But…But…"

Her murmurs were as conflicting as her thoughts, which I played over my speaker quite loudly and clearly."So now you are occupy are you not my dear ?"I grinned,"But thinking will do you no adept, your nous is mine, and you will no incertitude found yourself in a oblivion, a roofy of thoughts that will never strain a finis until I step in…"

I open a minuscule hidden fridge and withdraw out a bottle of beer, sipping it as I look at her still counting dates 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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