So why is it that the common household sewing machine strains my abilities to the breaking point and beyond.I have gone from semi-employed to flat out...unemployed for the last two months, so with Christmas coming and lots of time on my hands I decided to stretch my meager resources and sew some gifts for people, like my wife and daughter and (ahem...) my feminine self. After all, sewing is the quintessential feminine activity. Soft fabrics, lace, needles, delicate stitching, ribbons and loving. He takes the dressing gown off so he’s fully naked and sits down, his body is so nice completely smooth all over I’m on my knees under his desk, his cock about 2-3 inches isn’t fully hard yet but his two big wrinkly balls are hanging over the edge of the seat, I start licking them as they just hang there, oh yeah I like that he says, I put one in my mouth and start sucking just one of them fills my mouth, his cock is hard now so I look up at it his helmet is an unusual purple colour and decide. Spasm after spasm seemed to run through her body, I thought I'd seen it all before, but this was something else again.I hardly noticed Wendy's fingers opening my pants and pulling out my rock hard prick, but I sure as fuck noticed it when I felt her warm mouth closing over it.That was one of the craziest nights of the whole fucking tour. I can't remember an awful lot about it, but I do remember waking up with a warm naked teenager on either side of me, each one with a leg thrown over my hips. " But Steve, we couldn't pay you anything close to what you're making now." Yes but a wise man once told me that it's not what you make, it's how happy the work makes you," I said grinning. From his expression, I could tell he remembered saying those words. "I will be happy to make what is in line with the other employees doing the same work."He shook his head, clearly not comprehending what could make me step backward like that, but he did owe me. I had done my job well since getting promoted.