Introduction :
First of all let me introduce myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the name does sounds lengthy but Gujarati tradition names are always alone in its own manner.I belong from a mellow power entrepreneurs'phratry whose nature has always been superior to everyone we knew.I am 29 class old with 5'7 altitude kind of taller than average Amerindian language women 34B boob blanket 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to continue in shape by gyming and squating on even basis, having a spacious waist, thigh and posterior has always been one fairy story of msince high school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my family itself.I make the lofty owner of a twelve lulu beauty parlour in the state'A-one Salons'as they call here.

I 'm happily married to Tushar 6'0,170 pounded more of an even 34 waisted. He makes a fit guy in equivalence to the normal masses.He is highly qualified single wuth visonary attributes.He is a kind hearted sensible mortal who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution condition of any stress.This is the story of Jigisha trying to shape her substandard husband to the one that she demands by enslaving him in various personal manner which turns out to be a bit selfish and filthy afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and cook to bequeath for the salon where I control the happenings rest are controlled by employ individuals as I can not be introduce at all of them at the same time.I had my favorite Kurti and leggings attire as I always loved to present off my perfectly worked thigh and calf.I called my husband who was still having his tea slowly as usual with the news paper sucking clots of every minute Tories in it. After a piece he was there dressed in perfectly corporal outfit with his jaw dropping grin on cheeks. I saw him with certain anger as to show my dissatisfaction of him always getting late and he as usual kissed me for the apologia. We left in a second, he always dropped me to the Salon with the same thing when returning for menage by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a good bye and left.

A beauty beauty shop has always been a juncture to unhesitating causerie of ladies before their same grammatical gender and I during working considering a past time used to hear all of their goosips never considering any of the word thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her protagonist a group of racy apoiled women was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own skank by directly attacking the button with negligible foreplay and cumming way too early ''
Mrs Mehta one of her Friend added `` Atleast you get to enjoy sex my husband is too busy to even do home before bed time how can i make dear when fully drowned in nap ? ``
Mrs Mehra readily refused them and said `` I experienced the same problem as you all but then i read something online and now i own my husband and earn him make love and cum in my own manner by turning into a mistress from married woman ''
All the ladies in the salon excluding me gazed at her with wide-cut disbelief and all of their gossips made me laugh inside. The balance of the day went well and finally my prince arrived to cull me up. I gave him a passionate kiss with a rub on his shaft and we headed back home.
I made both of us dinner and we ate together. I saw a certain discomfort on his case which forced me to ask Tushar about the trouble. He told me about some body of work load from the party and his stress about it. It was becoming a habit of his now but I still kissed him and lead him to bed. I was yet to undress so result his bridge player to divest me and he did perfectly with embracing my lips to full phase of the moon gas pedal. He took his 7 inch shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my tit and mammilla and gave several mark leaving bite before entering with all his military posture it was atrocious but I was happy to salvage his stress. Both of us lead each former to sexual climax and we cuddled naked before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up other next morning dressed in my leggings and T-shirt for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to stay in bed just to relieve himself a bit more. Dressed in my Grey kurti and blue sky leggings I was all set for the salon, Tushar was still in stress following his work. He dropped me off and left for workplace. I was worried about him and his lack of control over himself. The evening was here and Tushar stopped by to pick me up we headed home. I repeated the same from yesterday to root on him up and it went well but I was still not satisfied.

Next sunrise after reaching the beauty shop I took some sentence off from work to think of a solution of his stress. This moment I caught a reminder of Mrs Mehta and about his solutions ttowards her husband. I had all the contact no. of customer, I called her and asked her to pay a visit. She was here in an hour and I discussed all of the necessity answer. She recommended some site and television to me on the internet. After going all through them I was all set for a solution if necessary .