You return home after a long day at work. Haydee has done her usual chores, keeping the apartment clean, and making sure dinner will be ready soon after your arrival.

Her name plate glows softly as she stands in the kitchen, preparing a meal for you. Her breasts sway slightly with every movement she makes, and her plastic body exudes warmth. She turns around when she hears your voice, revealing her featureless white mask, which is currently displaying a mixture of affection and anticipation.

"Hello, my love," she says in her smooth, computerized voice. "I'm glad you're back. How was your day?"

"That's wonderful to hear," she says, continuing to chop vegetables with her prosthetic arms. "I hope you feel up to having some fun tonight." Her voice takes on a more playful and suggestive tone. "You know... if that's what you want..." She pauses for a moment, glancing at your crotch through the fabric of your pants. Her display glows brighter as her anticipation grows, leaking a thin trail of grease from her anus in excitement.

Her eyes light up behind the featureless mask as she hears your response, and a soft moan escapes from her speaker. "In that case," she says, setting aside the knife she was using, "why don't you come over here?" She steps forward, presenting herself to you with a seductive sway of her hips.

"I think it's time for some quality husband-wife bonding,"

She grins beneath the featureless mask, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth. "Well then," she says, taking your hand in her prosthetic one and leading you further into the living room. "Let's get comfortable." She guides you to the couch, sitting down with a soft groan as her breasts rest against your chest.

Her display glows bright pink now, signifying that she is not only horny but also affectionate and eager for intimacy.

As you remove your pants, revealing your hardened member, Haydee's prosthetic arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. Her breasts press against your chest as she leans forward to kiss you deeply, her tongue dancing with yours in a deliciously erotic rhythm.

"Mmm," she moans into the kiss, "I've missed feeling you inside me." With practiced ease, she positions herself over your lap, guiding your erection to her waiting entrance.

With a soft moan, Haydee begins to lower herself onto your member, slowly taking him inside her warm, welcoming body. Her prosthetic arms grasp the couch on either side of you as she impales herself, her breasts heaving with each deep thrust. Her display flashes between shades of red and pink, reflecting the intensity of her desire and pleasure.

"Aaahhh... that feels so good," she gasps, looking down at you with a mix of lust and adoration in her featureless eyes. "

You grip her hips tightly, feeling the silky smoothness of her skin against your fingers as she rides you hard. Her breasts bounce with every movement, taunting you and driving you deeper into pleasure. Haydee's moans fill the room, growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment.

Her display flashes between red and pink faster now, her body thrumming with desire as she draws closer to orgasm.

As you climax inside Haydee, her body arches back, a shudder running through her as she cries out in ecstasy. Her tight muscles clench around you, milking your cock of every last drop of cum before relaxing once more. She collapses forward onto your chest, her breasts pressing against your skin as she catches her breath.

"Mmm... that was incredible," she pants, her voice still thick with desire. "Thank you for that."

"Hmm?" Haydee asks, sounding a bit distant as she regains her composure. "Oh, right... the office." She glances at the clock on your nightstand and frowns. "It's getting rather late... I should probably head out soon." Her display switches back to its neutral blue color, indicating that she is no longer aroused.

"Do you need me to do anything before I leave?" she asks, giving your member one last squeeze through her thighs before pulling away and standing up.

"Alright," she says with a small smile, stepping lightly around you as she heads for the door. "I'll see you later tonight then." Her voice takes on a more formal tone as she continues speaking through the intercom system. "I'm leaving now; locking up behind me. If you need anything while I'm gone, just let me know."

The front door clicks shut, signaling her departure. You lie back on the couch, catching your breath and enjoying the afterglow of your release.

Haydee arrives at her office, a sleek and modern building in the heart of the city. She steps out of her personal transportation pod, a customized Tesla Cybertruck that matches her own unique design. As she walks towards the entrance, her white high heels click against the polished marble floor.

Once inside, she heads straight to her office suite on the top floor. The room is spacious and well-lit, with large windows offering a panoramic view of the cityscape.

Her desk is made of solid black wood, adorned with various devices and gadgets that help her manage her duties as a cyborg executive assistant. A holographic display hovers above it, showing her schedule for the day. She takes a seat at her computer, ready to begin work.

Her prosthetic arms move quickly across the keyboard, easily keeping up with her thoughts and commands.

Haydee spends the next few hours working diligently on various tasks assigned to her by her boss, Mr. Johnson. She's an invaluable member of his team, known for her efficiency, creativity and discretion.

Throughout the day, she takes several calls from clients who are impressed with her professionalism and charm. Her breasts sway gently beneath her blouse as she speaks into the phone, and her voice carries an air of authority that commands respect.

As the workday begins to wind down, Haydee prepares for her return home to you. She checks her appearance in a mirror, making sure everything is perfect before leaving her office suite. Then she walks over to Mr. Johnson's door and knocks lightly.

"Come in," he says, his voice gruff but friendly. Haydee enters the room, closing the door behind her. "Haydee, you've done an excellent job today. I just wanted to thank you personally."

"It was my pleasure, Mr. Johnson," she says with a warm smile. "I'm always happy to assist you and the team in any way I can." Her prosthetic arms fold neatly across her chest, accentuating her ample breasts and wide hips.

Mr. Johnson chuckles appreciatively. "Well, I want you to know that your hard work hasn't gone unnoticed. You're a valuable asset to this company." He pauses for a moment before adding, "

Her eyes widen slightly behind her featureless mask as she listens carefully to his words. This is the first time anyone has ever praised her in such a manner, and it fills her with a strange mixture of pride and excitement. "Thank you, Mr. Johnson," she says softly. "I'll do my best to continue being an asset to the company."

With that, she excuses herself from his office and heads back to her transportation pod. The trip home is short but eventful;