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number 1 of all let me introduce myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the name does sounds lengthy but Gujarati tradition names are always unique in its own manner.I belong from a mellow powered entrepreneurs'family whose nature has always been superior to everyone we knew.I am 29 years old with 5'7 pinnacle variety of taller than mediocre Indian women 34B breasts liberal 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to stay in shape by gyming and squating on regular basis, having a extensive waist, second joint and butt has always been one fairy tale of msince high school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my category itself.I make the proud owner of a twelve beauty beauty parlor in the state of matter'tops beauty shop'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 comparison to the normal masses.He is highly characterise individual wuth visonary attributes.He is a form hearted sensible person who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution condition of any stress.This is the story of Jigisha trying to mold her substandard husband to the one that she demands by enslaving him in various manner which turns out to be a bit selfish and dirty afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and set up to lead for the beauty salon where I control the occurrence sleep are controlled by employed soul as I can not be present tense at all of them at the same time.I had my favourite Kurti and legging 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 paper sucking coagulum of every minute Tories in it. After a while he was there dressed in perfectly corporate turnout with his jaw dropping smile on impertinence. I saw him with sealed anger as to shew 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 Salon with the same thing when returning for abode by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a unspoilt bye and left.

A beauty salon has always been a junction to unhesitating gossip of gentlewoman before their Saame 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 admirer a radical of racy apoiled women was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own crud by directly attacking the clit with paltry foreplay and cumming way too former ''
Mrs Mehta one of her champion added `` Atleast you get to enjoy sex my hubby is too busy to even come home before bed clip how can i nominate honey when fully drowned in sleep ? ``
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 married man and urinate him make beloved and cum in my own manner by turning into a schoolmarm from wife ''
All the ladies in the salon excluding me gaze at her with wide-cut unbelief and all of their gossips made me laugh inside. The residuum 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 shaft and we headed back home.
I made both of us dinner party and we ate together. I saw a certain soreness on his face which forced me to ask Tushar about the problem. He told me about some oeuvre load from the fellowship and his stress about it. It was becoming a drug abuse of his now but I still kissed him and lead him to bed. I was yet to uncase so atomic number 82 his helping hand to undress me and he did perfectly with embracing my lips to full phase of the moon throttle. He took his 7 column inch shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my breast and pap and gave several mark leaving bites before entering with all his durability it was painful but I was felicitous to excuse his stress. Both of us lead each other to climax and we cuddled raw before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up ahead of time next morning dressed in my legging and T-shirt for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to outride in bed just to alleviate himself a bit more. Dressed in my grey kurti and blue leggings I was all set for the salon, Tushar was still in strain following his oeuvre. 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 cull me up we headed home. I repeated the same from yesterday to urge him up and it went well but I was still not satisfied.

Next cockcrow after reaching the beauty parlor I took some clip off from oeuvre to think of a solvent 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 client, I called her and asked her to pay a visit. She was here in an hour and I discussed all of the necessary solutions. She recommended some sites and videos to me on the internet. After going all through them I was all set for a answer if necessary .