Yes, I am sure I want to be a horny wife who spreads her legs for her husband. Now will you please let me in?

You stare at the ground, ashamed and embarrassed at how far you're willing to go to satisfy this machine.

Do you want me to let you in like you would spread your legs and let your husband in?.

Asks the security system. Is that a snarky tone I hear? Did Mr. Hewitt program his security AI to be snarky?

After all, who wouldn't want to be a horny, slutty wife for a husband with a nice hard, eager cock who wants to fuck his hot bimbo wife all the time?

"Wait a minute, I never said that!" you protest, even though you should realize how ridiculous it is to argue with a machine.

Unfortunately for you, that's not the password. Try again.

You swear you can hear the computer laughing at you as you stare at it in shock. Not the password?

Then what the hell *is* the password?

You begin to despair that this is all some sick rich old man's game and that you'll never get into the house without calling the cops to break down the door or something.