There was a hesitation, while, she assumed, voice recognition took place, and the logo was replaced by General Khan, seated at his desk. He smiled and... nodded, a slight smile on his face."Good morning, Pru," he said, "sorry to wake you. I have a problem I need your help with." Just a moment, sir," Pru said, running her fingers through her hair. She reached for the remote, turned up the lights in the room and set the com for a view of her upper body. "How can I help you?" Her hands reached for. As her training progressed, we found that we clicked. Our chemistry was off the charts and management noticed that we worked well together. We soon found ourselves paired up, working closely daily. We quickly became close, telling each other things few others knew. I soon confided in her that my relationship was crumbling. Christina listened, offered advice, and as many hugs as I wanted. Soon we would end each work day with an embrace. I would breathe in her perfume and found myself. The memory, even five years old, was fresh in my mind. I married Nolan at a young age and had quickly taken on his life—his family, his friends, his schooling, his new career in California, his dreams—as my own. My job was to make and keep his home in perfect condition, not only for him, but for his entourage of needy friends that seems to matriculate wherever Nolan did. During the first year of our marriage, we had four different friends living with us on and off. It bothered me but I soon. I resisted the urge to cough as he fired what felt like a gallon of seed. It was dribbling oout of my nose and down my chin, but I wouldn't release him. I realized half-dreamily that I was dumping a load of my own cum on the floor. It felt distant, as if it wasn't even coming from me. My little cock kept spurting, but I felt none of the usual surge, then crashing back to earth that I normally experienced. This seemed to go on and on for minutes. Finally the last few dribbles hit the puddle on.