.." Prototype Ten, sir." The aide said quietly. "Actually, there was a man and a woman and they called themselves 'Prototype Nine' and 'Prototype Ten.... It was rumored that they were the products of a secret US experiment that got out of hand." Yes, yes! Prototype Ten! Whatever happened to them?" Caprio asked impatiently. "I could use the help of a pair like that about now!" No one seems to know what happened to them, and that program, if it existed, is one of the ones the US exempted from. It was a small department because the town only had I few square miles of jurisdiction. Even the shooting of Mike, the ex-cop, was handled by the town cops for only an hour or so. After that the Sheriff’s deputies and the state’s CID guys were called in.They hadn’t officially declared it a righteous shoot yet, but I didn’t see how they could call it anything else. The forensic evidence supported my version completely. The only thing might be if Trudy decided to lie her ass off. I didn’t think. My last remark was:" my wife needs a spanking, in fact lots of them to make up for lost time." I never thought anything about it till we both got home. That evening a young man's voice on the phone told us he had been contacted by our therapist friend and needed to talk to us. He arrived shortly thereafter and said that his "job was to counsel, help, and administer discipline to stubborn and bratty ladies." He did relate that our friend believed that some punishment for my pretty, 65 year. And as soon as he was in me I came. I came really loud too, the neighbours had to have heard me! He fucked me really hard and really fast...bang, bang, bang. It was crazy-wild! It's been a long time since I've been fucked that hard - sorry, honey." I chose to withhold the remark in my head about it having been a long time since she had been fucked, period. I'm nice like that. "Anyway, as soon as I reached under him and tickled his balls, he came in me. He came lots and lots. Then he kinda.