.. ? Who... ?" he spluttered. "You're not... !" No, I'm not Prototype Ten. Since I have no prototype number, you'll just have to call me Sam. That's w...at my parents call me, anyway."His mind still befuddled, the Golindan stammered, "Y-your parents?" Um-hm. Prototype Nine's my mom, Prototype Ten's my dad, and I can tell you man, adolescence sucks when your parents know everything you do and think!" The young man shook his head, smiling. "I have to admit, though, they only butt in on the. Just like that first weekend. Could she be just another one of Ms. Brendan’s victims? But how could she get her life so fucked up that now she has to sexually train innocent women? How can she be so merciless about Vivian’s death?Donna continued to speculate about Ninon as she finished her coffee. Things didn’t add up. Is Ninon a predator, or a victim? Maybe she’s just angry because she lost a large bonus that Ms. Brendan promised her. And she keeps on losing more money each time that I. Angie then slid herself up onto her knees and lowered her well fucked pussy onto my mouth. 'A little present for you.' She moaned as my tongue found her slit. I pushed my tongue into her pussy unleashing a flood of sperm. I had no option but to swallow it all, my wife had me pinned down with her legs, my arms stuck, my nose rubbing her clit. 'Aww fuck, that's brilliant Jim. Thanks for letting me fuck Steve. He's a good ride. oohhh. I'm going to keep shagging him, aahhh, if that's OK, ooohhh. ”“It won’t be. It won’t be,” she repeated. “He said will just be four of us.” She moved up and put her arms around my waist and looked up at me.Everything thing I planned to say about cooling it with Tony went out the window.“Uh oh, that sounds like a repeat of our dinner out last weekend.”“Well, you seemed to enjoy yourself.”I wasn’t sure how to respond. On one hand the cocaine enhanced sex with his girlfriend had been mind-blowing. But I realized that that my overwhelming emotion was.