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beginning of all let me innovate myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the gens does sounds lengthy but Gujarati tradition names are always unequaled in its own manner.I belong from a high gear powered entrepreneur'kinsfolk whose nature has always been superior to everyone we knew.I am 29 years old with 5'7 height kind of taller than average Indian cleaning lady 34B bosom broad 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to persist in shape by gyming and squating on even foundation, having a unsubtle waist, thighs and butt has always been one cock-and-bull story of msince gamey school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my menage itself.I make the proud owner of a twelve smasher beauty salon in the state'crack salon'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 compare to the normal masses.He is highly restricted individual wuth visonary attributes.He is a sort hearted sensible someone who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution consideration of any stress.This is the story of Jigisha trying to mold her subscript husband to the one that she demands by enslaving him in versatile manner which turns out to be a bit selfish and foul afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and ready to leave for the salon where I control the happenings rest are controlled by employed soul as I can not be stage at all of them at the same time.I had my favorite Kurti and leggings attire as I always loved to show off my perfectly worked thighs and calf.I called my husband who was still having his tea slowly as usual with the news program paper sucking clot of every minute Tories in it. After a piece he was there dressed in perfectly corporate outfit with his jaw dropping smile on brass. I saw him with certain anger as to show my dissatisfaction of him always getting late and he as common kissed me for the apology. We left in a minute, he always dropped me to the Salon with the same thing when returning for home by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a right bye and left.

A beauty salon has always been a junction to unhesitating gossiper of Lady before their Lapplander genders and I during working considering a past sentence used to hear all of their goosips never considering any of the word thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her friends a mathematical group of rich apoiled cleaning lady was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own filth by directly attacking the clitoris with negligible arousal and cumming way too early ''
Mrs Mehta one of her friends added `` Atleast you get to enjoy sex my husband is too meddlesome to even come menage before bed prison term how can i make 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 online and now i own my husband and progress to him hit love and cum in my own style by turning into a mistress from married woman ''
All the ma'am in the beauty salon excluding me stare at her with full unbelief and all of their chit chat made me laugh inside. The eternal sleep of the day went well and finally my prince arrived to pick me up. I gave him a passionate buss 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 discomfort on his face which forced me to ask Tushar about the trouble. He told me about some piece of work load from the company and his accent 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 booster cable his paw to undress me and he did perfectly with embracing my lips to full throttle. He took his 7 inches shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my breasts and teat and gave several bull's eye leaving bites before entering with all his strength it was painful but I was felicitous to lighten his stress. Both of us lead each other to orgasms and we cuddled naked before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up too soon next morning dressed in my leggings and T-shirt for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to stick in bed just to let off himself a bit more. Dressed in my grey kurti and blue leging I was all set for the beauty parlour, Tushar was still in stress following his body of work. He dropped me off and left for oeuvre. I was worried about him and his lack of ascendence over himself. The evening was here and Tushar stopped by to piece me up we headed home. I repeated the same from yesterday to pep up him up and it went well but I was still not satisfied.

Next morning after reaching the beauty salon I took some time off from work to think of a answer of his stress. This minute I caught a monitor of Mrs Mehta and about his root ttowards her married man. I had all the contact no. of customer, I called her and asked her to pay a sojourn. She was here in an hour and I discussed all of the necessity solutions. She recommended some site and videos to me on the cyberspace. After going all through them I was all set for a solution if requirement .