Sending out a silent priority request for help over the House communication system, all the other currently available fembots converged on my location...I explained the need for solving this mystery, while keeping the results within the walls of the House. Then the available minds started working together on its solution.After trillions of cycles of computation the thoughts converged on one likely conclusion. Malin's casual knowledge of Anna's name, which Anna herself quit using — except in one. "Willing hands soon had the trove uncovered, and the records safely stacked in a neat pile behind her. She backed the portal out into the open, and up to and into the hidden base. Drifting it back and forth within the base, she stabilized its position inside an empty room."All right," she ordered. "Squad One, clear outeverything in the base that can be moved. Start with the treasure room."The more lightly armed group of the guards trotted through the portal, fanning out through the deserted. Work and home and health club and happy hour. Dating a bit, nothing too serious, nobody special. A couple of one night stands. Pretty much my normal rut.Then one day I was driving home and my car started to make this funny hissing noise, and it started jerking. I managed to get off the freeway onto the access road before it died altogether as a huge cloud of steam boiled out from under the hood.I called a wrecker and a cab. They towed the car to a shop; I rode home. The next day I got a ride to. I was able to pound my pussy as hard as I could, and crave for more. Even with Jeremy going to town with the toy I began to crave the feeling of a large muscular man behind the toy.As time progressed I began to fantasize about other black men. Other porn stars, guys I saw around town, a few younger black men that I worked with at the hospital or on my guard weekends. I hate to say it, but sometimes I would fantasize about them when Jeremy was fucking me. Problem was, I needed the toy, not his.