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number 1 of all let me precede myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the name does sounds prolonged but Gujarati tradition name are always unequalled in its own manner.I belong from a in high spirits power entrepreneurs'family whose nature has always been superscript to everyone we knew.I am 29 years old with 5'7 height kind of taller than intermediate Indian women 34B breasts unsubtle 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to stay in shape by gyming and squating on fixture basis, having a across-the-board waistline, thigh and butt has always been one fairytale of msince high up school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my family itself.I make the proud possessor of a dozen smasher salon in the country'crack 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 comparison to the normal masses.He is highly qualified person wuth visonary attributes.He is a variety hearted sensible person who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution shape of any stress.This is the narration of Jigisha trying to forge her deficient hubby to the one that she demands by enslaving him in several manner which turns out to be a bit selfish and filthy afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and ready to leave for the salon where I control the occurrent rest are controlled by hire soul as I can not be present at all of them at the same time.I had my deary Kurti and leg covering attire as I always loved to show off my perfectly worked thighs and calf.I called my husband who was still having his tea slowly as usual with the tidings composition sucking clots of every minute Tories in it. After a while he was there dressed in perfectly corporal kit with his jaw dropping grinning on face. I saw him with certain ire as to evince my dissatisfaction of him always getting late and he as usual kissed me for the apology. We left in a minute, he always dropped me to the salon with the Saame matter when returning for home plate by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a ripe bye and left.

A peach salon has always been a conjunction to unhesitating gossip of peeress before their Sami genders and I during working considering a past prison term used to hear all of their goosips never considering any of the Scripture thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her friends a chemical group of rich apoiled women was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own filthiness 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 occupy to even come household before bed sentence 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 online and now i own my married man and relieve oneself him cook love and cum in my own manner by turning into a mistress from wife ''
All the noblewoman in the salon excluding me gazed at her with full disbelief 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 gibe and we headed back home.
I made both of us dinner and we ate together. I saw a sure soreness on his nerve which forced me to ask Tushar about the job. He told me about some work onus from the company and his stress about it. It was becoming a habit of his now but I still kissed him and lead him to bed. I was yet to undress so lead his hand to undress me and he did perfectly with embracing my lips to full moon throttle. He took his 7 inch shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my breast and nipples and gave several mark leaving chomp before entering with all his forte it was painful but I was happy to let off his stress. Both of us lead each other to orgasms and we cuddled bare before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up ahead of time succeeding morning dressed in my leggings and tee shirt for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to remain in bed just to save himself a bit more. Dressed in my gray kurti and blue leggings I was all set for the salon, Tushar was still in stress following his piece 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 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 time off from work to think of a root of his focus. This moment I caught a reminder of Mrs Mehta and about his root ttowards her husband. I had all the inter-group communication no. of customer, I called her and asked her to pay a visit. She was here in an hour and I discussed all of the necessary solution. She recommended some sites and telecasting to me on the net. After going all through them I was all set for a result if necessary .