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First of all let me introduce myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the public figure does sounds lengthy but Gujerati custom names are always unequaled in its own manner.I belong from a high powered entrepreneurs'family whose nature has always been ranking to everyone we knew.I am 29 years old with 5'7 height kind of taller than average American-Indian language charwoman 34B bosom spacious 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to stay in shape by gyming and squating on habitue basis, having a broad waist, second joint and butt has always been one fairytale of msince high school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my kinsfolk itself.I make the proud possessor of a dozen beauty salons in the Department of State'first-rate beauty 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 rule masses.He is highly qualified case-by-case wuth visonary attributes.He is a variety hearted sensitive mortal who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution condition of any stress.This is the story of Jigisha trying to shape her inferior husband to the one that she demands by enslaving him in various manner which turns out to be a bit selfish and cruddy afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and ready to get out for the salon where I control the happenings residual are controlled by employed individuals as I can not be present at all of them at the Saami time.I had my favorite Kurti and leging attire as I always loved to show off my perfectly worked thigh and calf.I called my husband who was still having his tea slowly as usual with the news newspaper publisher sucking clot of every minute Tories in it. After a while he was there dressed in perfectly corporate outfit with his jaw dropping smile on cheeks. I saw him with sure anger as to demo my dissatisfaction of him always getting late and he as usual kissed me for the excuse. We left in a bit, he always dropped me to the Salon with the Sami thing when returning for plate by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a upright bye and left.

A beauty salon has always been a junction to unhesitating chitchat of ladies before their same sexuality and I during working considering a past clip used to discover all of their goosips never considering any of the Christian Bible thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her Quaker a group of plentiful apoiled woman was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own grunge by directly attacking the clit with negligible stimulation and cumming way too betimes ''
Mrs Mehta one of her admirer added `` Atleast you get to enjoy sex my husband is too meddlesome to even come home before bed time how can i make love when fully drowned in quietus ? ``
Mrs Mehra readily refused them and said `` I experienced the Saame problem as you all but then i read something online and now i own my husband and make him make beloved and cum in my own manner by turning into a kept woman from wife ''
All the Lady in the salon excluding me stare at her with replete disbelief and all of their gossips 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 candy kiss with a rub on his beam and we headed back home.
I made both of us dinner and we ate together. I saw a certain discomfort on his side which forced me to ask Tushar about the job. He told me about some work load from the fellowship and his tenseness 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 lead his hand to discase me and he did perfectly with embracing my lips to full-of-the-moon throttle. He took his 7 inches shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my white meat and mamilla and gave respective mark leaving bites before entering with all his strong suit it was painful but I was happy to palliate his stress. Both of us lead each other to orgasms and we cuddled bare before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up early next daybreak dressed in my leg covering and T-shirt for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to quell in bed just to relieve himself a bit more. Dressed in my grey kurti and gloomy leging I was all set for the salon, Tushar was still in stress following his work. He dropped me off and left for work. I was worried about him and his lack of control over himself. The even was here and Tushar stopped by to nibble me up we headed home. I repeated the same from yesterday to cheer him up and it went well but I was still not satisfied.

Next morning after reaching the beauty parlor I took some time off from work to think of a resolution of his stress. This moment I caught a reminder of Mrs Mehta and about his solvent ttowards her husband. I had all the inter-group communication 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 solvent. She recommended some sites and television to me on the internet. After going all through them I was all set for a solution if requirement .