origination :
showtime of all let me introduce myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the name does sounds extended but Gujerati tradition epithet are always unequalled in its own manner.I belong from a high school powered entrepreneurs'family whose nature has always been superior to everyone we knew.I am 29 long time old with 5'7 elevation sort of taller than average Red Indian womanhood 34B breasts broad 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to stay in configuration by gyming and squating on regular basis, having a blanket 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 family itself.I make the lofty owner of a XII stunner salons in the State Department'super beauty shop'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 rule masses.He is highly qualified single wuth visonary attributes.He is a variety hearted sensible person who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution shape of any stress.This is the narrative of Jigisha trying to mould her inferior husband to the one that she demands by enslaving him in various fashion which turns out to be a bit selfish and dirty afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and ready to allow for the salon where I control the happenings rest are controlled by employed individual 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 indicate off my perfectly worked thighs and calf.I called my married man who was still having his tea slowly as usual with the news newspaper sucking coagulum of every arcminute Tories in it. After a patch he was there dressed in perfectly embodied outfit with his jaw dropping grin on cheeks. I saw him with certain wrath as to show my dissatisfaction of him always getting late and he as usual kissed me for the excuse. We left in a minute, he always dropped me to the Salon with the same thing when returning for household by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a full bye and left.

A knockout salon has always been a junction to unhesitating newsmonger of ma'am before their same sex and I during working considering a by time used to pick up all of their goosips never considering any of the word thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her supporter a mathematical group of robust apoiled cleaning woman was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own filth by directly attacking the clit with negligible foreplay and cumming way too early ''
Mrs Mehta one of her protagonist added `` Atleast you get to revel sex my husband is too occupy to even descend home before bed time how can i progress to lovemaking when fully drowned in eternal sleep ? ``
Mrs Mehra readily refused them and said `` I experienced the same problem as you all but then i read something online and now i own my husband and make him pee making love and cum in my own mode by turning into a schoolmistress from wife ''
All the ladies in the beauty parlor excluding me gaze at her with full disbelief and all of their gossips made me laugh inside. The quietus of the day went well and finally my prince arrived to cull me up. I gave him a passionate kiss with a rub on his spear 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 load from the ship's company and his tension about it. It was becoming a wont of his now but I still kissed him and moderate him to bed. I was yet to strip so lead his hand to strip me and he did perfectly with embracing my lip to full accelerator. He took his 7 inches shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my breasts and mammilla and gave respective mark leaving collation before entering with all his strength it was painful but I was glad to relieve his tenseness. Both of us lead each other to orgasms and we cuddled naked before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up other next good morning dressed in my leging and T-shirt for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to ride out 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 stress following his work. He dropped me off and left for work. I was worried about him and his lack of control over himself. The evening was here and Tushar stopped by to pick me up we headed home. I repeated the Lapplander from yesterday to exhort 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 solution of his stress. This moment I caught a reminder of Mrs Mehta and about his solutions ttowards her husband. I had all the contact 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 situation and videos to me on the internet. After going all through them I was all set for a solution if necessary .