Introduction :
number one of all let me introduce myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the name does sounds extended but Gujarati tradition names are always unequaled in its own manner.I belong from a high power entrepreneur'fellowship whose nature has always been master to everyone we knew.I am 29 years old with 5'7 height kind of taller than average Indian women 34B breasts broad 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to stay in build by gyming and squating on steady basis, having a broad waistline, thighs and butt has always been one fairytale of msince high school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my kinsperson itself.I make the proud owner of a dozen beauty salon in the state of matter'A-one Salons'as they call here.

I 'm happily married to Tushar 6'0,170 pounded Sir Thomas More of an even 34 waisted. He makes a fit guy in comparison to the normal masses.He is highly qualified individual wuth visonary attributes.He is a sort hearted sensible person who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution consideration of any stress.This is the tarradiddle of Jigisha trying to determine her inferior husband to the one that she demands by enslaving him in several manner which turns out to be a bit selfish and smutty afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and cook to lead for the salon where I control the happening quietus are controlled by utilise individual 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 married man 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 outfit with his jaw dropping smiling on cheeks. I saw him with certain ira as to bear witness my dissatisfaction of him always getting late and he as usual kissed me for the excuse. We left in a minute, he always dropped me to the beauty shop with the Same thing when returning for house by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a good bye and left.

A lulu salon has always been a join to unhesitating rumormonger of peeress before their same genders and I during working considering a past sentence used to discover all of their goosips never considering any of the give-and-take thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her ally a group of racy apoiled women was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own filth by directly attacking the clit with negligible foreplay and cumming way too early ''
Mrs Mehta one of her friend added `` Atleast you get to enjoy sex my married man is too meddling to even amount home before bed meter how can i pee-pee making love when fully drowned in sleep ? ``
Mrs Mehra readily refused them and said `` I experienced the like trouble as you all but then i read something on-line and now i own my married man and make him hold love and cum in my own manner by turning into a schoolma'am from married woman ''
All the ladies in the salon excluding me gaze at her with full disbelief and all of their gossips made me laugh inside. The rest of the day went well and finally my prince arrived to clean me up. I gave him a passionate buss with a rub on his barb 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 problem. He told me about some work load from the caller and his accent about it. It was becoming a substance abuse of his now but I still kissed him and lead him to bed. I was yet to discase so lead his hand to undress me and he did perfectly with embracing my lips to total gun. He took his 7 inches shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my breasts and nipples and gave several mark leaving bites before entering with all his speciality it was painful but I was happy to relieve his tenseness. Both of us lead each early to orgasms and we cuddled defenseless before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up early on next morning dressed in my leggings and T-shirt for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to stay in bed just to remedy himself a bit more. Dressed in my grey kurti and blue leggings I was all set for the beauty salon, Tushar was still in stress following his study. He dropped me off and left for employment. I was worried about him and his lack of controller over himself. The evening was here and Tushar stopped by to pick 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 dawn after reaching the beauty salon I took some meter off from employment to think of a root of his accent. This moment I caught a admonisher of Mrs Mehta and about his answer ttowards her husband. I had all the contact no. of customers, 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 land site and videos to me on the net. After going all through them I was all set for a solution if requirement .