debut :
First of all let me precede myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the figure does sounds lengthy but Gujarati tradition names are always unique in its own manner.I belong from a high power entrepreneurs'family whose nature has always been superior to everyone we knew.I am 29 years old with 5'7 elevation kind of taller than intermediate Indian women 34B chest tolerant 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to stay in shape by gyming and squating on regular basis, having a full shank, thigh and can has always been one fairy tale 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 beauty salon in the State'A-one beauty 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 compare to the rule masses.He is highly specify individual wuth visonary attributes.He is a kind hearted sensitive person who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution condition of any stress.This is the taradiddle of Jigisha trying to shape her inferior husband to the one that she demands by enslaving him in several fashion which turns out to be a bit selfish and filthy afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and quick to leave for the salon where I control the happening residual are controlled by employed individuals as I can not be stage at all of them at the same time.I had my deary Kurti and legging attire as I always loved to show off my perfectly worked second joint and calf.I called my married man who was still having his tea slowly as usual with the news newspaper sucking coagulum of every mo Tories in it. After a patch he was there dressed in perfectly incarnate outfit with his jaw dropping smile on brass. I saw him with certain ira as to show up my dissatisfaction of him always getting late and he as common kissed me for the apology. We left in a minute of arc, he always dropped me to the beauty parlour with the same affair when returning for home by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a dear bye and left.

A beauty salon has always been a junction to unhesitating gossip of madam before their Sami sexuality and I during working considering a past tense time used to hear all of their goosips never considering any of the news thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her friends a group of copious apoiled women was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own dirt by directly attacking the button with negligible stimulation and cumming way too other ''
Mrs Mehta one of her friends added `` Atleast you get to enjoy sex my hubby is too interfering to even descend family before bed time how can i make love when fully drowned in sleep ? ``
Mrs Mehra readily refused them and said `` I experienced the same trouble as you all but then i read something on-line and now i own my husband and make believe him make love and cum in my own manner by turning into a mistress from wife ''
All the madam in the salon excluding me gazed at her with full unbelief and all of their gossips made me laugh inside. The rest period of the day went well and finally my prince arrived to plunk me up. I gave him a passionate kiss with a rub on his scape and we headed back home.
I made both of us dinner and we ate together. I saw a sure uncomfortableness on his face which forced me to ask Tushar about the problem. He told me about some piece of work warhead from the company and his stress about it. It was becoming a habit of his now but I still kissed him and moderate him to bed. I was yet to uncase so lede his hand to undress me and he did perfectly with embracing my back talk to full throttle. He took his 7 inches shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my breasts and nipples and gave several mark leaving bites before entering with all his force it was painful but I was happy to ease his stress. Both of us lead each other to climax and we cuddled bare before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up too soon succeeding sunrise dressed in my leggings and T-shirt for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to rest in bed just to relieve himself a bit more. Dressed in my grey kurti and blue leggings I was all set for the beauty parlour, Tushar was still in tenseness following his workplace. He dropped me off and left for work. I was worried about him and his lack of ascendence over himself. The eventide was here and Tushar stopped by to pick me up we headed dwelling house. 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 time off from work to remember of a solution of his stress. This moment I caught a reminder of Mrs Mehta and about his solutions ttowards her hubby. I had all the contact no. of customers, I called her and asked her to pay a sojourn. She was here in an hour and I discussed all of the requirement answer. She recommended some sites and videos to me on the internet. After going all through them I was all set for a solution if necessary .