Introduction :
First of all let me put in myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the figure does sounds lengthy but Gujarati custom names are always unparalleled 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 years old with 5'7 height sort of taller than average Red Indian women 34B breasts all-inclusive 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to stay in human body by gyming and squating on regular foundation, having a wide waist, thigh and fundament has always been one fairy story of msince luxuriously school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my mob itself.I make the proud owner of a dozen beauty salons in the state'crack beauty parlour'as they call here.

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

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and ready to leave for the salon where I control the happenings rest are controlled by hire individuals as I can not be confront at all of them at the same time.I had my favorite Kurti and leging attire as I always loved to usher 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 clot of every minute of arc Tories in it. After a while he was there dressed in perfectly embodied outfit with his jaw dropping smile on cheeks. I saw him with certain angriness as to show my dissatisfaction of him always getting late and he as common kissed me for the excuse. We left in a moment, he always dropped me to the beauty shop with the Sami thing when returning for base by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a skilful bye and left.

A beauty salon has always been a conjunction to unhesitating comment of madam before their Saame grammatical gender and I during working considering a past tense time used to discover all of their goosips never considering any of the word thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her admirer a chemical group of rich apoiled adult female was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own filth by directly attacking the button with paltry foreplay and cumming way too too soon ''
Mrs Mehta one of her admirer added `` Atleast you get to enjoy sex my husband is too busy to even come home before bed time how can i constitute sexual love when fully drowned in rest ? ``
Mrs Mehra readily refused them and said `` I experienced the Lapp trouble 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 personal manner by turning into a kept woman from wife ''
All the gentlewoman in the beauty parlor excluding me gazed at her with full disbelief and all of their chit-chat made me laugh inside. The rest of the day went well and finally my prince arrived to blame me up. I gave him a passionate kiss with a rub on his shaft 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 oeuvre load from the ship's company and his stress 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 uncase me and he did perfectly with embracing my brim to full throttle valve. He took his 7 inches shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my breasts and tit and gave respective sucker leaving bites before entering with all his strength it was painful but I was felicitous to relieve his strain. Both of us lead each other to coming and we cuddled au naturel before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up early following morning dressed in my leggings and tee shirt for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to continue in bed just to relieve himself a bit more. Dressed in my grey kurti and blue leg covering I was all set for the beauty shop, 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 restraint over himself. The eve 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 dawn after reaching the salon I took some clip off from oeuvre to believe of a result of his tension. This bit I caught a reminder of Mrs Mehta and about his result ttowards her husband. I had all the middleman no. of customers, I called her and asked her to pay a visit. She was here in an time of day and I discussed all of the requisite solutions. She recommended some sites and videos to me on the internet. After going all through them I was all set for a solution if necessary .