Introduction :
First of all let me introduce myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the name does sounds prolonged but Gujarati custom public figure are always unique in its own manner.I belong from a high powered entrepreneurs'crime syndicate whose nature has always been superior to everyone we knew.I am 29 yr old with 5'7 height variety of taller than average Indian women 34B tit broad 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to appease in human body by gyming and squating on habitue basis, having a extensive shank, thighs and stub has always been one fairytale of msince gamy school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my syndicate itself.I make the gallant proprietor of a dozen beauty beauty shop in the state'A-one salon'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 normal masses.He is highly measure up mortal wuth visonary attributes.He is a kind hearted sensible person who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution shape of any stress.This is the story of Jigisha trying to shape her subscript husband to the one that she demands by enslaving him in assorted manner which turns out to be a bit selfish and filthy afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and ready to forget for the salon where I control the happenings rest are controlled by employed individuals as I can not be present tense at all of them at the same time.I had my favorite Kurti and legging attire as I always loved to show 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 clots of every second Tories in it. After a while he was there dressed in perfectly bodied outfit with his jaw dropping smile on cheeks. I saw him with certain anger as to express my dissatisfaction of him always getting recent and he as usual kissed me for the apology. We left in a bit, he always dropped me to the Salon with the same thing when returning for dwelling by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a expert bye and left.

A beauty salon has always been a junction to unhesitating gossip of noblewoman before their Lapplander gender and I during working considering a preceding prison term used to see all of their goosips never considering any of the word thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her friend a group of rich apoiled charwoman was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own soil by directly attacking the clitoris with paltry foreplay and cumming way too early ''
Mrs Mehta one of her friends added `` Atleast you get to enjoy sex my hubby is too busy to even come domicile before bed time how can i shit dear when fully drowned in quietus ? ``
Mrs Mehra readily refused them and said `` I experienced the Saame job as you all but then i read something online and now i own my hubby and make him piss love and cum in my own manner by turning into a mistress from wife ''
All the gentlewoman in the beauty salon excluding me gazed at her with full skepticism 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 kiss with a rub on his beam and we headed back home.
I made both of us dinner party and we ate together. I saw a certain discomfort on his fount which forced me to ask Tushar about the problem. He told me about some piece of work burden from the company and his strain about it. It was becoming a wont of his now but I still kissed him and lead him to bed. I was yet to discase so confidential information his mitt to undress me and he did perfectly with embracing my rim to full throttle. He took his 7 column inch shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my breasts and nipples and gave several marker leaving bites before entering with all his strength it was painful but I was glad to free his stress. Both of us lead each other to orgasms and we cuddled raw before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up early side by side aurora dressed in my leggings and T-shirt for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to bide in bed just to relieve himself a bit more. Dressed in my grey kurti and drab leggings I was all set for the salon, Tushar was still in accent following his work. He dropped me off and left for employment. I was worried about him and his lack of restraint over himself. The eventide was here and Tushar stopped by to piece 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 morning after reaching the salon I took some clip off from work to reckon of a result of his stress. This here and now I caught a reminder of Mrs Mehta and about his root ttowards her husband. I had all the contact no. of customers, I called her and asked her to pay a visit. She was here in an 60 minutes and I discussed all of the requirement solutions. She recommended some site and video to me on the net. After going all through them I was all set for a solution if necessary .