”“Would he have been your first?”“Not even my first lover. Third, I think…yes, third. Fourth boyfriend.”I nodded, and she asked, smiling, ...��And you never did answer my question fully.”I smiled and said, “It seemed more politic at the time. Better suited to the context.”“Going along to get along, you mean, or perhaps ‘inside’ is the better word, you naughty cowardly boy.”We laughed and she looked at me invitingly under her brow, and when I coyly said nothing, she smiled and sighed, “Oh, very. He continued doing that for over ten minutes, I forget how many climaxes I had while his tongue was pleasuring me. I do remember the euphoria I felt and how deep my orgasms were. He spun me around and did the same thing to my anus. I had never been touched there before so, having his tongue burry deep in there made me explode with excitement.He licked my ass for about ten minutes before he stood up and lifted me into his arms. He carried me to the bed, carefully placed me on my back. He spread. Why did this robot seem familiar to me? How come the A.I. started sending female body shaped attack robots after my person? Was it assuming I would not fight and destroy a female form? Gnawing at me was this unsettling feeling that I knew whom this was that kept attacking me with such vigor. I looked down at the old photo I still had of my love Marina. The picture had become warn, faded, several creases had formed but it was still my love. Gently I traced the lines of her body, imagining. Some of them even asked me out. Of course, I politely declined but thanked them for asking. I kept Daddy updated on these conversations. He encouraged me to continue to interact with them.Matt had walked me home a few times. I had helped him with some papers of his several semesters ago. He was always a gentleman, but clearly was interested in something else. I would always catch him staring at my breasts or placing a hand on my behind, if I would stumble in my heels. It was nice, and I became.