Anu begins to moan louder and louder, she can feel her vaginal muscles clenching so tightly around his toe, and every time he pushes into her womanhood, she can not help but to tighten her body and welcoming his invading advances with her pussy.
Slowly I pull my foot back and leaving Anu flushed and wet, her chest heaved and along with it, her big soft tits, her breath short and hallow as she tries to calm herself down.
Anu flashes me a look then lowered her head as she tries to rearranges her sari to a presentable look, even though her arousal had already wetted it in addition to the big wet spot on the chair she sits on right now.
I smiled then finish the rest of my omelet and 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 upstairs into my room and shut the door close and lock it behind me.
I sit on my big comfy chair and turn on the monitoring screen. On it I observed her movements and actions, and can hear her humming, whispering and murmuring. After clean up the plates, forks and cups, Anu heads back upstairs into her room.
Since I am in my own room, therefore she did not think it would be much of a necessity to close the door fully, instead, she only shuts the door half close so in case I called, she can respond faster. She begins to undress after opening the closet door and take 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 fast 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 secret of my sound proof room, I laughed as I can see her clearly as well. She looks at her plumpish figure in the mirror; her hands measuring her not so slim waist line then trace the thick jungle that covers her body from navel down to her fat mounds. Her fingers brushing against her clit as her body shivered and a moan escaped from her mouth.
She looks around, and then went to close the door tightly shut, but still so unaware that she can do nothing to escape my eyes. Anu slowly raise her right let up and rest it on her bed, then she use her fingers to spread her fat labia open, exposing her very moist womanhood and engorged clit.
I looked on with great 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 night stand next to her bed and pull open a drawer, taking out a small calendar book and begin to count the date and fingers, murmuring.
I zoomed in on the calendar and switch angles, boost the sound reception in the tiny spy microphone, what I see made me grin at first and then laugh loudly.
On the small calendar book, Anu circled her menstrual period and is now counting the date and time of her fertility. “It is close, so close, should I let Mr. Aamir know? No. No. What will he think of you? It is good to keep it a secret, it is a womanly matter and unworthy of his attention. But…what will happen if I am bred and become pregnant? Pregnancy! Oh gods, will Mr. Aamir be so disgust with me that he will throw me out? No, it can not be, had it not been proved in India that you maybe infertile and that is why you were unable to bear even a girl in all those years of marriage? But…but it could also be that my…my ex was infertile and that is why we had no children. If that is true, then oh god, all those…those fucking Mr. Aamir gave me would have me…me impregnated in no time! Is it such a bad thing to bear his children? Besides, is it not a womanly duty to bear children? And if Mr. Aamir owns you, then what was there to discuss in the first place? 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 worried are you not my dear?” I grinned, “But thinking will do you no good, your mind is mine, and you will no doubt found yourself in a limbo, a circle of thoughts that will never reach 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 confusion in her mind…”And when I finally do, you will be completely, utterly, all Mine!”
Continued
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