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

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Her murmurs were as conflicting as her sentiment, which I played over my speaker quite loudly and clearly."So now you are concern are you not my dear ?"I grinned,"But thinking will do you no secure, your judgement is mine, and you will no doubt found yourself in a oblivion, a circle of sentiment that will never reach a conclusion until I step in…"

I open a little hidden fridge and film out a bottle of beer, sipping it as I look at her still counting appointment and murmuring conflicting thoughts that reflects the nifty confusion 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 small calendar book back into the drawer and getting herself dressed again, to which I note that she now did not bother to wear underskirt. My peter grows hard with the thought of standing following to her and rubbing my hand on her hairy mounds through the thin sari she wears.

I grinned coldly and then clean up the telephone, directed a call to my agent in India,"uncovering her biological sept, track them down, have them gather, number 1 let greed dim them, then assure them of her job, remember, aught but the TRUTH"I told the federal agent,"Time to let her family line do the dirty work for me…"

After a long conversation, I hang up, and quickly draining the beer, I changed into a perfunctory blue Nike sport pants and a mate white t shirt, then go along downstairs.

Anu is already busying cleaning and dusting the house with a swifter duster and a drivel bag to abandon the ABA transit number around the house. I looked at her plump buns jiggle and wiggle as she cleans the hardwood base. I walk up behind her quietly and give my arms around her bend waist and pressing my crotch against her seat as she gasped in surprise.

She turned her head and look up, her case 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 encased cock against her buttocks.

A smile curled up on the corner of my mouth,"Working hard, my all obedient servant and devoted cleaning 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 vox. I smile grew deeper and baring my bloodless teeth like a fauna who has its prey well under its pawns. I pull her to tidy up up, her head reach only my chin as I am a lot taller than she is, I inhaled deeply of the odourise oil she uses to keep open her pilus shiny and set up it into a single thick plait behind her head.

Anu's torso shivers as she feels my body wrapping all around her, swallowing her like smashing fire that consumes her psyche. My hired hand pulled her long tress so she would look up and expose her neck. I lowered my face, first kissing her neck gently and then nibbling her. Anu moaned and wiggled in my weapon system then trembled as I bit her tender neck, her breathing space quickened and shoal as my men slide into her sari, caressing her cunt with my know finger's breadth.

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 ramification parted as my fingers advanced their assault and thrust deep up her muliebrity.

She moaned loudly, the louder as my digit take her clit between them and rubbing it very hard, making her succus dripping on the story and flowing down her second joint. My mouth feasted on her ship's boat neck, biting her harder and harder.

"Ohhhh"Anu cried out as she experiences a lowly coming and leaned back against me to keep her standing, her mitt clutching my t shirt as she flashes me a very motherly, yet extremely subservient face.

I laughed, then I let go of her, walking into the house room and left her alone. Anu's hand went up to her shoulders and neck, caressing the scratch there made by my tooth 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-after-day house job. Later as she finished cleaning and dusting the house, Anu takes a peek into the family room, seeing me busying with reading a book, she dared not to obtrude and decided to drive a walk in the warm afternoon sun in the back thou garden.

She opens the with child glass room access opening into the garden, pace out stripped foot and inhaled deeply of the odorous bouquet of the blossom, the weather is very well-disposed, soft cheerfulness 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 gentle, while in India, it's as if one has been placed in a hot oven to which there is no leak of. She looks at the flowers and suddenly thinking about the wedding garland of efflorescence there are of habitual in her Hindu upbringing.

With that view, her mind begins to wonder, not just daydreaming, but taxonomical, almost like programming and hypnotizing. jiffy, images, sounds, and feelings coming in bits and pieces in those flashes of images and phone, she saw herself naked, dressed as a Hindu slave, fucked and showing obvious preindication of pregnancy with a very large swollen belly.

She can see her facial expression are that of lust, and her hands, her helping hand are squeezing her lactating Brobdingnagian tits and milking them as hard as a man, a strong young man take her from behind. In the scope, a representative, a dominate vocalism, so Creator is its presence Anu can not help oneself herself but to listen.

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

Every Nox, as she sleeps, the appearance is on, programming her, changing her psyche. But nothing very strong and emphatic, no ordination, no instruction, only subtle suggestions, manipulation of emotions, stimulate intimate drive…etc. It works like dripping water on a stone, slowly sipping through and breaching even the voiceless of them all.

In accession, triggers were planted in ordering to let her see those picture and enter a trance like nation, while doing matter totally of her own agreement and indirect request. 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 unsure of what had prompted it.

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

"Pregnant…"She savor this discussion as she repeat it over and over, wondering whether the affair she saw were subject matter from her Hindu gods, hinting her that she is destined to be mine. Anu murmured on as she straightens up, walking back into the theatre, unaware that a full time of day has passed since she sits under the maple tree in a spell.

She walk back into the house, and bowed very low, face still flushed,"So grim I am, know not prison term offer fast…"I raise a hand and assure her it is fine, I simply need to load my leg after all the recitation I had done, besides, it's such a good 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 dusty grin creeping up my font,"oh it's a hint alright my slave, but not from your god, they are from me, and from now on, I, Am, Your, God !"

I spoke in a articulation so cold 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 dependable nutrient and beverage, Anu took time to study various recipe record book that I bought for her to take and draw upon, now she's source to grasp many foreign and exotic knockout aside from her indigen Indian culinary art.

After drinking tea and eating sweet-scented chocolate cakes and cooky, I lay lazily against the shock 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 soft composition, as the calendar method of birth control forward motion, she begins to blab in a low and seductive vox, the song and the music combine into a perfect mild melody that is soothing and yet subtlety arousing with every fiber of its being.

Anu's face flushed as she sang, it is not a song that a charwoman 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 musical rhythm together with the vocal. Her ticklish fingerbreadth trailed over the strings of the sitar as she finished the beat and turned to look at me.

She finds me leaning against that plenty of cushions and now seemingly asleep, carefully she put the sitar down on the carpeting and moved close to me.

Anu rocked me gently,"Mr. Aamir ? Mr. Aamir ?"she called out respective sentence but there was no response from me. Disappointed she looks down at my crotch, her centre 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 lids slightly and observing what she will do.

Anu swallowed hard, then carefully ingest off my drawers just enough to expose my cock fully, then eagerly she lean down and hungrily sucking on my big pole. She runs her tongue over and over again on my cock and sucking hard on my prick head with her deal fondling and stroking my shot and ballock. Her eyes flashed lust and something that wasn't there before, worship, she is worshiping me as a cleric and absolute bearing in her life.

Letting go of my turncock, Anu strips herself defenseless and then spread her legs lewdly to sit herself on my midst shot. I did not move, but only observed with neat pastime as Anu worship my cock and then get naked to serve it.

She sits her cunt right down on my cock and begins the tilt up and down using her hairy mounds to suffice my dick. Anu begins to moan as she feels my cock plowing her fertile woman, as she begins to murmur as she fucks herself on my thick shaft.

"Oh my young lord, oh churchman god, please accept your devoted subject area and believer's service, august me your cum ! Make me yours !"she first whispered then her part 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 removed and empty as her mind slipping into another plane of sub - awareness, where she controlled, programmed as a toy and slave who worship me with all her devotion and judgment.

Anu groaned as she sits herself down on my cock, 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 smile along the recession of my lips as I enjoy her wet and warmly pussy surrounding my pecker as she tightens her vaginal musculus to squeeze my jibe hard.

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

I can feel my egg tighten and my stopcock swollen with my irruption close at hand, then I look at Anu more directly, grins into her seemingly vacuous stare and said in a low interpreter,"Very soon you will be truly mine, very soon you will be riding on my cock and begging for more while you are ego cognizant and conscious, until then, you will have no limpidity nor cloture !"

Anu chanted on as she bucked up and down on my rooster as we both begin to cum very hard, wafture of her vaginal juice lavation over my peter like ocean undulation while jet after jet of my hot spermatozoan 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 kip.

Only an minute or so later Anu awakes, she opens her center lazily, she felt like she was in a dreaming, vague, satisfying but with zilch concrete for her to deem on to and see it clearly. Then she gasped, finding herself lying on top of me, naked with my turncock buried recondite in her body, as she moves a bit she knew that I had cum hard in her.

She bit her down lips as she pull herself costless from me, making a tatty popping noise as my rooster skid out her sticky and moist muliebrity. Anu held her thigh closely together and hurriedly pick up her sari and blouse, after that she looks at me, and let out a augury.

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

Anu's boldness softened as her deal stretch out, caressing my cheeks with her palm as she tries desperately to remember why she had acted like such a harlot and slut, and how could she sustain forgotten her fecundity cycle to have me stretch her again with the fertile seeds of my youth.

Now shamed and confused, but on a unassailable sub - conscious level satisfied, Anu hurriedly ran upstairs into her room to take a shower. Her head tried to savvy something satisfying in the dense fog, searching for lucidity to no avail,"Why ?"as she cursed and asked herself repeatedly.

From the bit she awoke, I woke up as well, I kept silent and letting her discombobulation run its grade, the to a greater extent she tries to clear thing up, the more she finds herself trapped and lost.

"Only with me can she regain clarity, if I choose to finally abuse in and deal out-and-out dominance of course,"I told myself,"but she is not yet totally spread, 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 exhibitor, Anu carefully take out an old, dark and white photo of her family, her finger travels from boldness to brass, her mother, father, brother, babe, aunt…etc, drops of her tear fell on the exposure 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 are common and almost a usage for women of her desktop.

Then with the marriage came the rigour of animation, she had neither the money nor the time to visit or promise, but her fate and focussing in life is certain, she is to hold up with her husband and his family, be a devoted married woman and female parent to his tiddler.

But now she has time, and the money to pen or even chatter them, yet she has lost something in life that can not be bought, she grew uncertain. Uncertain of what to do, her balance has been thrown off, no longer is she certain of what she should do. Should she stay and become a sort of paramour for me or should she pull her distance away, be a good housekeeper, maiden, or motherly elder sister even, but not my cleaning lady.

"Devoted and clinging to me so strongly on sub - conscious floor, yet her conscious mind struggles in turmoil and confusion…Ah, such is the fact of life for her,"I said in the silence of my own company in the menage way,"sept will be what she attempts to clinging to, her final shred of hope in India, like the umbilical cord cord that connects overprotect to fetus, but it is sentence to cut the corduroy and let the baby fly…though fly into duskiness she will,"I spoke with a soft yet chilling part.

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

Continued