She wasn't talking, and I couldn't blame her.Then I saw her MP3 player and knew that if I was going to keep her, I had to do something drastic.For a l...ttle over a year I had been toying with the idea of subliminal messages. I started screwing around with them when I thought that I could use them to get Melanie interested in sex more than once a week. She was so damned beautiful that I wanted to fuck her two or three times a day but I would settle for two or three times a week.I had been copying. "Come home early if you can, Mick; I have a special present for you. I want to give it to you tonight and I think you'll like it very much," she'd whispered.I stood there for a moment, watching her - a vision in a white satin camisole and French cut bikini panties. After a reluctant leave, I'd thought of her words all day; words she'd whispered in a voice so seductive it resonated through my body. Christmas Eve and my favorite Jerzey at home, warm and soft, ready to envelop me. I hurried as. Even through the protective flap of flash, Alice felt her secret spot pulse as the friction got to it. The clit flesh stiffened, rose like a bud from the flaps that covered it. Another rush of slickness seemed to come just in time to thoroughly wet Lee's fingertip. And then he was touching the turgid head of her clitoris, rubbing it back and forth as she lurched in the hot sand and clung to his back with both hands. His tongue washed her nipple with a steady, sucking movement now."Ohhhh, Lee!. On the surface it is a rather simple device. A motor, a few gears and cams and a needle bobbing up and down hypnotically. My wife has used this machine for years and never had a problem with it, but every time I come within six feet of it, it becomes a hypochondriac. Needles fall out, belts break, and gears grind. The thread tension becomes as erratic as the chart of a brain wave, leaving great gobs of thread on the underside of whatever is being sewn.This time I approached it as I would a.