Introduction :
First of all let me enclose myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the name does sounds extended but Gujarati tradition names are always unique in its own manner.I belong from a high power enterpriser'crime syndicate whose nature has always been superior to everyone we knew.I am 29 years old with 5'7 stature kind of taller than mediocre American-Indian language women 34B breasts broad 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to stay in anatomy by gyming and squating on steady groundwork, having a broad shank, second joint and buttocks has always been one cock-and-bull story of msince luxuriously school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my phratry itself.I make the proud owner of a XII mantrap beauty parlour in the state'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 compare to the normal masses.He is highly qualified individual wuth visonary attributes.He is a sort hearted sensible someone who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution condition of any stress.This is the story of Jigisha trying to mold her inferior husband to the one that she demands by enslaving him in versatile personal manner which turns out to be a bit selfish and filthy afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and cook to lead for the salon where I control the occurrent rest are controlled by employed mortal as I can not be present at all of them at the like time.I had my favorite Kurti and legging attire as I always loved to evince off my perfectly worked second joint and calf.I called my husband who was still having his tea slowly as usual with the news paper sucking clot of every second Tories in it. After a while he was there dressed in perfectly incarnate rig with his jaw dropping smile on brass. I saw him with sure ira as to show my dissatisfaction of him always getting late and he as common kissed me for the apology. We left in a minute, he always dropped me to the Salon with the same matter when returning for family by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a good bye and left.

A beauty beauty parlor has always been a joint to unhesitating gossip of ladies before their Sami genders and I during working considering a retiring time used to hear all of their goosips never considering any of the Scripture thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her friends a group of deep apoiled fair sex was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own filth by directly attacking the clit with negligible stimulation and cumming way too early on ''
Mrs Mehta one of her admirer added `` Atleast you get to enjoy sex my husband is too busy to even get along home before bed fourth dimension how can i make love when fully drowned in sleep ? ``
Mrs Mehra readily refused them and said `` I experienced the like problem as you all but then i read something online and now i own my husband and score him stool sexual love and cum in my own manner by turning into a mistress from married woman ''
All the ladies in the salon excluding me gaze at her with full unbelief and all of their chit-chat made me laugh inside. The sleep of the day went well and finally my prince arrived to pick me up. I gave him a passionate buss 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 trouble. He told me about some work load from the company and his focus about it. It was becoming a habit of his now but I still kissed him and lead him to bed. I was yet to discase so lead his bridge player to undress me and he did perfectly with embracing my sassing to full throttle. He took his 7 in shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my knocker and nipples and gave several mark leaving bite before entering with all his enduringness it was atrocious but I was glad to relieve his accent. Both of us lead each other to orgasms and we cuddled naked before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up early next cockcrow dressed in my leging and tee shirt for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to stay in bed just to remedy himself a bit more. Dressed in my Charles Grey kurti and blue leggings I was all set for the salon, Tushar was still in focus 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 same from yesterday to cheer him up and it went well but I was still not satisfied.

Next daybreak after reaching the salon I took some time off from body of work to think of a answer of his stress. This import I caught a reminder of Mrs Mehta and about his resolution ttowards her husband. I had all the impinging 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 sites and videos to me on the internet. After going all through them I was all set for a solvent if essential .