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showtime of all let me enter myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the public figure does sounds protracted but Gujarati tradition epithet are always unique in its own manner.I belong from a in high spirits powered enterpriser'family whose nature has always been superior to everyone we knew.I am 29 years old with 5'7 height variety of taller than norm Indian char 34B bosom wide 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to stay in SHAPE by gyming and squating on fixture basis, having a liberal shank, thighs and hind end has always been one fairytale of msince high school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my kinfolk itself.I make the proud proprietor of a twelve beauty beauty parlor in the res publica'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 comparing to the normal masses.He is highly qualified 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 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 filthy afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and quick to leave for the beauty salon where I control the happenings rest period are controlled by utilize individuals as I can not be present 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 husband who was still having his tea slowly as common with the news composition sucking clots of every minute Tories in it. After a while he was there dressed in perfectly incarnate turnout with his jaw dropping smile on cheeks. I saw him with certain anger as to show my dissatisfaction of him always getting recent and he as usual kissed me for the apologia. We left in a minute, he always dropped me to the beauty shop with the same thing when returning for home by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a good bye and left.

A dish beauty parlour has always been a junction to unhesitating small talk of noblewoman before their Lapp genders and I during working considering a past meter used to hear all of their goosips never considering any of the Word of God thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her friends a group of rich apoiled women was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own filthiness by directly attacking the clitoris with negligible foreplay and cumming way too early ''
Mrs Mehta one of her acquaintance added `` Atleast you get to relish sex my husband is too busy to even occur home before bed time how can i make lovemaking when fully drowned in sleep ? ``
Mrs Mehra readily refused them and said `` I experienced the same trouble as you all but then i read something on-line and now i own my husband and make him make passion and cum in my own manner by turning into a mistress from wife ''
All the ladies in the salon excluding me gazed at her with full-of-the-moon disbelief and all of their gossips made me laugh inside. The quietus of the day went well and finally my prince arrived to pick 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 sealed discomfort on his aspect which forced me to ask Tushar about the job. He told me about some body of work onus from the troupe and his accent about it. It was becoming a habit of his now but I still kissed him and lead him to bed. I was yet to unclothe so direct his deal to discase me and he did perfectly with embracing my rim to full-of-the-moon throttle. 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 strength it was abominable but I was happy to relieve his stress. Both of us lead each other to orgasms and we cuddled defenseless before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up too soon next forenoon dressed in my leg covering and T-shirt for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to last out in bed just to relieve himself a bit more. Dressed in my Zane Grey kurti and blue leging I was all set for the beauty shop, Tushar was still in stress following his work. He dropped me off and left for workplace. I was worried about him and his deficiency of ascendance over himself. The evening was here and Tushar stopped by to pick me up we headed home plate. 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 salon I took some time off from body of work to think of a solution of his stress. This minute I caught a monitor of Mrs Mehta and about his solvent ttowards her hubby. I had all the touch no. of customers, I called her and asked her to pay a visit. She was here in an hr and I discussed all of the requirement solutions. She recommended some internet site and video recording to me on the internet. After going all through them I was all set for a answer if necessary .