institution :
number 1 of all let me stick in myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the name does sounds lengthy but Gujarati tradition names are always unique in its own manner.I belong from a high-pitched powered entrepreneurs'kin whose nature has always been superior 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 configuration by gyming and squating on regular basis, having a extensive waist, thigh and butt has always been one fairytale 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 dozen knockout salons in the country'A-one Salons'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 rule masses.He is highly qualified individual wuth visonary attributes.He is a variety hearted sensible 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 several manner which turns out to be a bit selfish and filthy afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and ready to pull up stakes for the salon where I control the happenings rest are controlled by employed someone as I can not be present at all of them at the Lapp time.I had my best-loved Kurti and leging 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 common with the news newspaper sucking clot of every moment Tories in it. After a piece he was there dressed in perfectly corporate outfit with his jaw dropping smiling on cheeks. I saw him with certain anger as to show my dissatisfaction of him always getting deep and he as usual kissed me for the apology. We left in a minute, he always dropped me to the beauty parlour with the same affair when returning for household by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a good bye and left.

A stunner salon has always been a junction to unhesitating chin-wagging of peeress before their Lapplander genders and I during working considering a past time used to hear all of their goosips never considering any of the word thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her acquaintance a group of rich 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 arousal and cumming way too early ''
Mrs Mehta one of her champion added `` Atleast you get to savor sex my husband is too busy to even come home plate before bed time how can i hold love when fully drowned in sleep ? ``
Mrs Mehra readily refused them and said `` I experienced the Saami problem as you all but then i read something online and now i own my hubby and induce him make love 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 incredulity and all of their gossips made me laugh inside. The rest 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 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 job. He told me about some work load from the company and his tension about it. It was becoming a wont of his now but I still kissed him and lead him to bed. I was yet to disrobe so take his hand to undress me and he did perfectly with embracing my backtalk to full phase of the moon throttle. He took his 7 in shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my breasts and nipple and gave several mark leaving sting before entering with all his strength it was dreadful but I was happy to relieve his stress. Both of us lead each other to orgasms and we cuddled naked before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up too soon side by side morning dressed in my leg covering and jersey for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to stay in bed just to relieve himself a bit more. Dressed in my grayness kurti and blue leggings I was all set for the beauty shop, Tushar was still in stress following his work. He dropped me off and left for piece 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 Sami from yesterday to cheer him up and it went well but I was still not satisfied.

Next morning after reaching the beauty shop I took some time off from work to think of a result of his stress. This moment I caught a reminder of Mrs Mehta and about his solutions ttowards her husband. I had all the touch 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 result. She recommended some website and videos to me on the net. After going all through them I was all set for a solution if necessary .