Introduction :
first of all let me introduce myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the gens does sounds prolonged but Gujerati custom names are always unique in its own manner.I belong from a high powered 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 mediocre Indian womanhood 34B bosom unspecific 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to bide in shape by gyming and squating on regular basis, having a panoptic waist, second joint and stern has always been one fairytale of msince high school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my family itself.I make the proud possessor of a XII beauty beauty salon in the Department of State'A-one Salons'as they call here.

I 'm happily married to Tushar 6'0,170 pounded more than of an even 34 waisted. He makes a fit guy in equivalence to the normal masses.He is highly dependant soul wuth visonary attributes.He is a kind hearted reasonable person who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution term 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 fashion which turns out to be a bit selfish and lousy afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and set up to leave behind for the salon where I control the natural event eternal rest are controlled by employed individual as I can not be present at all of them at the same time.I had my favorite Kurti and legging attire as I always loved to shew off my perfectly worked thighs and calf.I called my husband who was still having his tea slowly as usual with the news paper sucking clots of every second Tories in it. After a piece he was there dressed in perfectly embodied outfit with his jaw dropping smile on cheeks. I saw him with certain ire as to show 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 Saami 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 gossip of ladies before their same sex and I during working considering a past time used to hear all of their goosips never considering any of the word thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her friends a chemical group of rich apoiled woman was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own foulness by directly attacking the clitoris with negligible foreplay and cumming way too early ''
Mrs Mehta one of her supporter added `` Atleast you get to enjoy sex my husband is too busy to even come home base before bed time how can i make love when fully drowned in 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 hubby and make him crap love and cum in my own manner by turning into a schoolmarm from married woman ''
All the noblewoman in the salon excluding me gazed at her with wide unbelief 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 candy kiss with a rub on his prick and we headed back home.
I made both of us dinner and we ate together. I saw a certain uncomfortableness 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 use of his now but I still kissed him and precede him to bed. I was yet to strip down so contribute his script to peel 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 pap and gave several mark leaving snack before entering with all his intensity it was painful but I was happy to relieve his stress. Both of us lead each early to coming and we cuddled au naturel before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up too soon future morning dressed in my leg covering 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 legging I was all set for the beauty parlour, Tushar was still in strain following his work. He dropped me off and left for employment. I was worried about him and his lack of ascendance over himself. The evening was here and Tushar stopped by to cull me up we headed home. I repeated the Lapp from yesterday to cheer up him up and it went well but I was still not satisfied.

Next good morning after reaching the beauty parlor I took some time off from work to retrieve of a answer of his stress. This here and now I caught a monitor of Mrs Mehta and about his solutions ttowards her husband. I had all the physical contact no. of client, I called her and asked her to pay a visit. She was here in an hour and I discussed all of the requirement solutions. She recommended some sites and video to me on the internet. After going all through them I was all set for a answer if requisite .