origination :
outset of all let me inaugurate myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the name does sounds extended but Gujarati custom gens are always unequalled in its own manner.I belong from a high powered enterpriser'family whose nature has always been Lake Superior to everyone we knew.I am 29 years old with 5'7 superlative sort of taller than median Indian women 34B white meat spacious 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to bide in shape by gyming and squating on regular fundament, having a broad waist, thigh and butt has always been one cock-and-bull story of msince high up school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my crime syndicate itself.I make the lofty owner of a dozen beauty salons in the land'crack beauty parlor'as they call here.

I 'm happily married to Tushar 6'0,170 pounded more than of an even 34 waisted. He makes a fit guy in comparison to the rule masses.He is highly certified individual wuth visonary attributes.He is a sort hearted sensible person who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution circumstance of any stress.This is the story of Jigisha trying to determine her inferior husband to the one that she demands by enslaving him in various style which turns out to be a bit selfish and dirty afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and cook to give for the salon where I control the occurrent residual are controlled by employed individuals as I can not be award at all of them at the Lapp time.I had my favorite Kurti and leggings attire as I always loved to demo off my perfectly worked thighs and calf.I called my husband who was still having his tea slowly as usual with the news show paper sucking clots of every minute Tories in it. After a piece he was there dressed in perfectly incorporated rig with his jaw dropping smile on cheeks. I saw him with certain anger as to show up my dissatisfaction of him always getting late and he as usual kissed me for the apology. We left in a bit, he always dropped me to the beauty salon with the Lapplander thing when returning for home by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a good bye and left.

A beaut beauty shop has always been a joint to unhesitating gossip of ladies before their Same genders and I during working considering a retiring sentence used to see all of their goosips never considering any of the word thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her friends a radical of rich apoiled cleaning woman was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own grease by directly attacking the clit with negligible foreplay and cumming way too early ''
Mrs Mehta one of her Friend added `` Atleast you get to savour sex my husband is too interfering to even come home before bed clock time how can i throw love when fully drowned in sleep ? ``
Mrs Mehra readily refused them and said `` I experienced the Sami trouble as you all but then i read something on-line and now i own my husband and make him shit love and cum in my own way by turning into a mistress from wife ''
All the ladies in the salon excluding me gaze at her with full-of-the-moon incredulity and all of their gossips made me laugh inside. The balance of the day went well and finally my prince arrived to pick me up. I gave him a passionate kiss with a rub on his calamus and we headed back home.
I made both of us dinner and we ate together. I saw a certain irritation on his face which forced me to ask Tushar about the problem. He told me about some oeuvre load from the caller and his stress about it. It was becoming a habit of his now but I still kissed him and pass him to bed. I was yet to strip so lead his hand to divest me and he did perfectly with embracing my mouth to full throttle. He took his 7 column inch shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my breasts and mammilla and gave various mark leaving bites before entering with all his strength it was painful but I was happy to take over his emphasis. Both of us lead each other to orgasms and we cuddled nude before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up early next forenoon dressed in my leging and T-shirt for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to continue in bed just to relieve himself a bit more. Dressed in my gray kurti and blue leggings I was all set for the salon, Tushar was still in accent following his work. He dropped me off and left for work. 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 base. I repeated the same from yesterday to embolden him up and it went well but I was still not satisfied.

Next morning after reaching the salon I took some time off from work to think of a solution of his stress. This moment I caught a monitor of Mrs Mehta and about his answer ttowards her hubby. I had all the contact lens 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 essential solutions. She recommended some situation and telecasting to me on the internet. After going all through them I was all set for a resolution if requisite .