Introduction :
First of all let me put in myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the gens does sounds prolonged but Gujarati tradition names are always unique in its own manner.I belong from a high powered enterpriser'family whose nature has always been superior to everyone we knew.I am 29 year old with 5'7 height kind of taller than average Amerindian language adult female 34B breasts broad 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to stay in shape by gyming and squating on regular cornerstone, having a broad shank, thighs and laughingstock has always been one song and dance of msince senior high school school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my household itself.I make the lofty owner of a dozen beauty salons 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 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 story of Jigisha trying to shape her inferior husband to the one that she demands by enslaving him in various manner which turns out to be a bit selfish and lousy afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and ready to exit for the beauty parlour where I control the happenings rest are controlled by use individuals as I can not be give at all of them at the same time.I had my favorite Kurti and leg covering attire as I always loved to picture off my perfectly worked thighs and calf.I called my husband who was still having his tea slowly as usual with the word paper sucking clot of every minute Tories in it. After a while he was there dressed in perfectly corporate rig with his jaw dropping smiling on cheeks. I saw him with certain wrath as to show my dissatisfaction of him always getting tardy 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 thing when returning for home by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a respectable bye and left.

A ravisher salon has always been a junction to unhesitating gossip of ladies before their same sex and I during working considering a past clip used to hear all of their goosips never considering any of the word thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her admirer a group of fat apoiled charwoman was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own stain by directly attacking the clit with negligible foreplay and cumming way too early on ''
Mrs Mehta one of her friends added `` Atleast you get to enjoy sex my husband is too busy to even fare home before bed time how can i build 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 him induce beloved and cum in my own manner by turning into a schoolma'am from wife ''
All the ladies in the salon excluding me gaze 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 rotating 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 problem. He told me about some work loading from the troupe and his stress about it. It was becoming a wont of his now but I still kissed him and lead him to bed. I was yet to undress so lead his hired hand to undress me and he did perfectly with embracing my sass to full throttle valve. He took his 7 in shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my bosom and nipples and gave several score leaving bites before entering with all his forcefulness it was awful but I was felicitous to allay his strain. Both of us lead each early to orgasms and we cuddled naked before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up early future morning dressed in my legging and T-shirt for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to stay in bed just to relieve himself a bit more. Dressed in my grey kurti and blue leg covering I was all set for the salon, Tushar was still in accent following his oeuvre. He dropped me off and left for employment. I was worried about him and his deficiency of control over himself. The evening was here and Tushar stopped by to pick me up we headed home. I repeated the Saame from yesterday to urge on 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 think of a result of his focus. This present moment I caught a reminder of Mrs Mehta and about his resolution ttowards her married man. I had all the contact no. of client, I called her and asked her to pay a visit. She was here in an hr and I discussed all of the requirement solutions. She recommended some sites and telecasting to me on the cyberspace. After going all through them I was all set for a solvent if necessary .