Introduction :
First of all let me introduce myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the name does sounds lengthy but Gujerati custom gens are always singular in its own manner.I belong from a senior high powered entrepreneur'family whose nature has always been ranking to everyone we knew.I am 29 years old with 5'7 height sort of taller than mean Indian fair sex 34B tit panoptic 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to stay in shape by gyming and squating on regular basis, having a spacious waist, thigh and butt has always been one fairytale of msince eminent school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my folk itself.I make the proud owner of a XII beauty beauty salon in the state'top-notch 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 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 narration of Jigisha trying to shape her subscript husband to the one that she demands by enslaving him in diverse manner which turns out to be a bit selfish and nasty afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and ready to leave for the salon where I control the happenings rest are controlled by employed person as I can not be present at all of them at the same time.I had my favorite Kurti and leging attire as I always loved to present off my perfectly worked thighs and calf.I called my hubby who was still having his tea slowly as usual with the tidings paper sucking coagulum of every minute Tories in it. After a while he was there dressed in perfectly incorporated outfit with his jaw dropping smile on buttock. I saw him with sure ire as to show my dissatisfaction of him always getting recently and he as usual kissed me for the apology. We left in a minute, he always dropped me to the beauty parlor with the same matter when returning for plate by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a near bye and left.

A beaut salon has always been a junction to unhesitating gossip of gentlewoman before their same genders and I during working considering a by clip used to hear all of their goosips never considering any of the Christian Bible 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 obscenity by directly attacking the clit with paltry arousal and cumming way too betimes ''
Mrs Mehta one of her friends added `` Atleast you get to enjoy sex my husband is too busy to even come home before bed metre how can i make honey when fully drowned in sopor ? ``
Mrs Mehra readily refused them and said `` I experienced the Lapp trouble as you all but then i read something online and now i own my husband and puddle him make love and cum in my own style by turning into a fancy woman from wife ''
All the ladies in the beauty parlour excluding me gazed at her with full 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 diaphysis and we headed back home.
I made both of us dinner and we ate together. I saw a certain discomfort on his aspect which forced me to ask Tushar about the problem. He told me about some work load from the ship's company and his stress about it. It was becoming a habit of his now but I still kissed him and conduce him to bed. I was yet to undress so chair his manus to unclothe me and he did perfectly with embracing my lips to full throttle. He took his 7 in shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my breasts and nipples and gave several mark leaving collation before entering with all his strength it was painful but I was happy to relieve his tenseness. Both of us lead each former to coming and we cuddled naked before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up early adjacent sunup dressed in my leg covering and T-shirt for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to stick in bed just to excuse himself a bit more. Dressed in my grey kurti and blue leging I was all set for the salon, Tushar was still in strain following his body of work. He dropped me off and left for work. I was worried about him and his lack of control over himself. The eventide was here and Tushar stopped by to pick me up we headed base. I repeated the Saame from yesterday to hearten him up and it went well but I was still not satisfied.

Next morning time after reaching the salon I took some prison term off from work to recall of a solution of his tension. This import I caught a reminder of Mrs Mehta and about his solutions ttowards her husband. I had all the contact no. of client, I called her and asked her to pay a sojourn. She was here in an hr and I discussed all of the essential solutions. She recommended some web site and videos to me on the internet. After going all through them I was all set for a solution if necessary .