"Prometheus, Promo..." Prototype Ten, sir." The aide said quietly. "Actually, there was a man and a woman and they called themselves 'Prototype Nine' ...nd '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. . that’s why I said . . .’ ‘Aren’t you tired? ‘Me? . . . . no. . . not much.’ ‘Why do you ask that?’ ‘Just asking!’ She slipped to the floor in silence, dutifully kneeing before me. Her hands came to my hips and I felt her touch upon my belt. Movement, deliberate with her fingers as she worked my buckle loose pulling my belt apart. ‘Things I do for you!’ she murmured. ‘And it’s SO late.’ ‘What AM I going to do’ ‘Carry on.’ I replied. She did. Now at my buttons, she brought these undone quickly. Coach H half sits on his desk fully clothed and watches me. As I masturbate I watch Coach H rub his hands over his groin. I can tell even through his pants that he has a hard on. Coach H takes off his shirt revealing his hairy chest and stomach. It is a nice. He pauses his undressing to watch me masturbate some more. Coach H stands up and removes his pants revealing his hairy legs before he sits back down on his desk in his underwear. As I continue to masturbate Coach H rubs his cock. My efforts were being rewarded because I could feel hiscock hardening against my butt cheeks. "This is going to happen," Iassured myself with much pleasure. "Let's take it up a notch."I broke the embrace and looked him in the eyes, but before I could sayanything, he grabbed my head with both hands and kissed me, hard anddesperate. Then let go of my head and squeezed me tight. "I want you,Sunny. You're all I've thought about since that day in the elevator. WhenI saw you tonight, it was all I.