Introduction :
First of all let me introduce myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the name does sounds protracted but Gujarati tradition figure are always unequalled in its own manner.I belong from a high powered entrepreneur'family whose nature has always been superior to everyone we knew.I am 29 geezerhood old with 5'7 height kind of taller than medium Indian char 34B chest broad 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to stay in shape by gyming and squating on regular cornerstone, having a broad waist, thighs and butt has always been one song and dance of msince high up school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my fellowship itself.I make the proud owner of a twelve knockout beauty shop in the state'A-one 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 equivalence to the normal masses.He is highly characterise individual wuth visonary attributes.He is a kind hearted sensible person who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution condition of any stress.This is the tarradiddle of Jigisha trying to shape her inferior husband to the one that she demands by enslaving him in respective manner which turns out to be a bit selfish and filthy afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and ready to leave for the beauty salon where I control the happenings relief are controlled by employed individuals as I can not be confront at all of them at the Sami time.I had my favorite Kurti and legging attire as I always loved to show off my perfectly worked second joint and calf.I called my husband who was still having his tea slowly as usual with the news report sucking clots of every minute Tories in it. After a patch he was there dressed in perfectly corporate turnout with his jaw dropping smile on cheeks. I saw him with sealed anger as to show my dissatisfaction of him always getting late and he as usual kissed me for the apologia. We left in a arcminute, he always dropped me to the Salon with the Saame matter when returning for home by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a good bye and left.

A beauty salon has always been a joint to unhesitating gossip of dame before their Saame genders and I during working considering a yesteryear time used to listen all of their goosips never considering any of the word thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her admirer a group of rich apoiled womanhood was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own crud by directly attacking the clit with trifling arousal and cumming way too former ''
Mrs Mehta one of her friends added `` Atleast you get to enjoy sex my husband is too busy to even fare dwelling house before bed clock time how can i make love when fully drowned in slumber ? ``
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 make him make sexual love and cum in my own way by turning into a mistress from wife ''
All the ladies in the salon excluding me stare at her with fully disbelief and all of their chin wag made me laugh inside. The rest of the day went well and finally my prince arrived to peck me up. I gave him a passionate kiss with a rub on his scape and we headed back home.
I made both of us dinner party and we ate together. I saw a sure uncomfortableness on his typeface which forced me to ask Tushar about the job. He told me about some employment onus from the companionship and his stress about it. It was becoming a use of his now but I still kissed him and top him to bed. I was yet to undress so result his helping hand to undress me and he did perfectly with embracing my sass to to the full throttle. He took his 7 inch shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my bosom and nipples and gave various mark leaving bites before entering with all his strong suit it was painful but I was well-chosen to relieve his stress. Both of us lead each early to orgasms and we cuddled naked before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up early on next break of the day dressed in my leging and jersey for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to stay in bed just to relieve himself a bit more. Dressed in my gray kurti and patrician leggings I was all set for the salon, Tushar was still in stress following his piece of work. He dropped me off and left for work. I was worried about him and his want of ascendence over himself. The evening was here and Tushar stopped by to pick me up we headed home. I repeated the Lapplander from yesterday to cheer him up and it went well but I was still not satisfied.

Next morning after reaching the salon I took some prison term off from work to think of a root of his stress. This mo I caught a monitor 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 necessary resolution. She recommended some website and videos to me on the internet. After going all through them I was all set for a solution if necessary .