Introduction :
First of all let me introduce 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 mellow powered enterpriser'home whose nature has always been superior to everyone we knew.I am 29 years old with 5'7 elevation sort of taller than average out Amerindian language women 34B breasts broad 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to appease in shape by gyming and squating on unconstipated ground, having a broad waistline, thighs and butt has always been one fairytale of msince high up school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my folk itself.I make the proud proprietor of a twelve beauty salons in the DoS'A-one Salons'as they call here.

I 'm happily married to Tushar 6'0,170 pounded to a greater extent of an even 34 waisted. He makes a fit guy in comparison to the normal masses.He is highly qualified individual wuth visonary attributes.He is a form hearted sensitive person who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution experimental 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 gear up to pass on for the salon where I control the occurrence rest are controlled by employed individuals as I can not be present at all of them at the same time.I had my preferred Kurti and leggings attire as I always loved to show off my perfectly worked thigh and calf.I called my husband who was still having his tea slowly as usual with the tidings theme sucking clots of every instant Tories in it. After a while he was there dressed in perfectly corporate outfit with his jaw dropping grinning on cheeks. I saw him with certain wrath as to show my dissatisfaction of him always getting recent and he as usual kissed me for the apology. We left in a arcminute, he always dropped me to the beauty shop with the same thing when returning for home by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a good bye and left.

A beauty salon has always been a junction to unhesitating gossipmonger of gentlewoman before their same genders and I during working considering a by sentence used to hear all of their goosips never considering any of the word thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her ally a group of productive apoiled charwoman was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own filth by directly attacking the clit with trifling foreplay and cumming way too early ''
Mrs Mehta one of her friends added `` Atleast you get to enjoy sex my husband is too occupy to even come in home before bed prison term how can i make love when fully drowned in quietus ? ``
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 hubby and make up him make lovemaking and cum in my own manner by turning into a schoolmistress from wife ''
All the dame in the beauty salon excluding me gaze at her with replete disbelief and all of their gossip made me laugh inside. The residual of the day went well and finally my prince arrived to break up me up. I gave him a passionate 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 sure discomfort on his face which forced me to ask Tushar about the problem. He told me about some body of work load from the company and his stress about it. It was becoming a habit of his now but I still kissed him and head him to bed. I was yet to undress so lead his hand to discase me and he did perfectly with embracing my lips to full-of-the-moon throttle. He took his 7 column inch shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my breasts and mammilla and gave several mark leaving bites before entering with all his strength it was painful but I was happy to relieve his stress. Both of us lead each former to orgasms and we cuddled defenseless before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up other next 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 Lady Jane Grey kurti and gloomy leggings I was all set for the salon, Tushar was still in stress following his work. He dropped me off and left for work. I was worried about him and his deficiency of control over himself. The even was here and Tushar stopped by to pick me up we headed home. I repeated the Saami from yesterday to cheer him up and it went well but I was still not satisfied.

Next morning after reaching the beauty shop I took some time off from work to call back of a solution of his strain. This moment I caught a reminder of Mrs Mehta and about his solvent ttowards her husband. I had all the striking no. of customers, I called her and asked her to pay a visit. She was here in an minute and I discussed all of the necessary solutions. She recommended some site and TV to me on the internet. After going all through them I was all set for a solution if necessary .