The intercom channel was still open, but the reactor control room was totally silent. He could understand if the engineer had stopped talking to answe...r someone in the room, but even the background conversations were gone.A sudden feeling of dread swept over him. Maybe this was the end, at last. The senior staff had agreed to maintain the focus on day-to-day survival, without discussing the inevitable end of their doomed attempt to escape their fate. Three months without contact was near-total. ” Stroking me firm yet gentle, fast yet slow enough to enjoy it. I feel it boiling up inside me.I’m moaning more than I ever have in my life and squirming on her bed. Legs were shaking beyond my control. “Please…please…please,” I whisper. Completely out of breath. Unable to form any other coherent thoughts. She coaxes me on, “Come on, Papi, cum for me. You earned it.”Finally, I feel it boiling over, exploding everywhere. Spurt after spurt. Load after load. All over her hands. Her arm. Her face.. "Not on your knees," she said. "Please let me..."She knelt over me and began to do what my other three women had done. She traced my scars lightly and her brow furrowed, then she began to kiss each one, beginning with my chest and arms then went to my feet and legs. Then she sat up."I needed to do that," she said. "I want to show you I love you as you are, my darling. All of you."With that she began to kiss my erection, all along its length, then onto my balls, sucking them one by one into her. I’ll fire her.”“Good.”“Bye,” the former Miss Angola said.“Rough talk,” Asha nestled up to her athlete of a man.“Yeah! Stupid shit!”“I’m sorry, baby.”“It’s not your fault. She has a big house on an estate in the country. She is so fucking annoying at times.”“I know, sweetie. You hungry? I got you a steak.”“Great!”As the evening progressed Asha and Artur wound down.Artur was relaxing as he streamed video on Netflix.Asha returned downstairs. “Daddy!”“Oh my fucking god,” Artur’s eyes bugged. “You.