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get-go of all let me introduce myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the name does sounds lengthy but Gujarati custom figure are always unique in its own manner.I belong from a high powered entrepreneurs'family whose nature has always been superior to everyone we knew.I am 29 twelvemonth old with 5'7 height form of taller than modal Indian women 34B breasts broad 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to stay in shape by gyming and squating on fixture basis, having a all-encompassing waistline, thigh and behind has always been one song and dance of msince high school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my family itself.I make the proud owner of a XII beaut salons in the state'first-rate 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 comparison to the formula masses.He is highly qualify individual wuth visonary attributes.He is a sort hearted sensible person who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution shape of any stress.This is the story of Jigisha trying to regulate her subscript husband to the one that she demands by enslaving him in several 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 shop where I control the happening rest are controlled by employed mortal 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 married man who was still having his tea slowly as usual with the news newspaper publisher sucking coagulum of every minute Tories in it. After a while he was there dressed in perfectly incorporated kit with his jaw dropping grin on cheeks. I saw him with certain anger as to show 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 like matter when returning for menage by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a good bye and left.

A beauty salon has always been a junction to unhesitating scuttlebutt of ladies before their same genders and I during working considering a past fourth dimension used to hear all of their goosips never considering any of the discussion thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her admirer a group of robust apoiled woman was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own filth by directly attacking the button with negligible foreplay and cumming way too former ''
Mrs Mehta one of her protagonist added `` Atleast you get to enjoy sex my husband is too busy to even come household before bed time how can i earn making love when fully drowned in sleep ? ``
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 hubby and make him crap lovemaking and cum in my own mode by turning into a mistress from wife ''
All the ladies in the salon excluding me gazed at her with full disbelief and all of their chit-chat made me laugh inside. The repose of the day went well and finally my prince arrived to blame me up. I gave him a passionate osculation 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 face which forced me to ask Tushar about the problem. He told me about some body of work load from the company and his accent about it. It was becoming a habit of his now but I still kissed him and direct him to bed. I was yet to undress so take his hand to disrobe me and he did perfectly with embracing my lips to full throttle. He took his 7 inches shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my tit and teat and gave several mark leaving bites before entering with all his posture it was unspeakable but I was glad to relieve his emphasis. Both of us lead each early to climax and we cuddled nude before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up early adjacent morning dressed in my legging and T-shirt for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to stay on in bed just to relieve himself a bit more. Dressed in my grey kurti and dreary leggings I was all set for the salon, Tushar was still in stress following his work. He dropped me off and left for body of work. I was worried about him and his lack of control 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 first light after reaching the salon I took some time off from work to think of a solution of his stress. This present moment I caught a admonisher of Mrs Mehta and about his solutions ttowards her husband. I had all the striking 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 necessary answer. She recommended some situation and videos to me on the net. After going all through them I was all set for a root if necessary .