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Satisfied. - - - - - "When he goes down on me, I forget how ugly he is...sometimes." The thought drifted across her mind, as she clutched the egyptian sheets, her ivory thighs open wide, french light white stockings, high heels bobbing in the air. "A-hun A-hun uh uh uh unnnhhh." Little cries between breaths, building louder as she felt her hard clit, her lips and vagina growing hotter, so wet. He was pounding her with two fingers, sucking noisily on her clit, her parfumed and perfectly trimmed muff. In the back of her mind drifted amidst the grinding pleasure. "Soon, and the image of her beautiful boyfriend Byron came to mind his hand a blur rubbing her perfect little button." Yuri desperately reached down, and amidst his tongue began to furiously rub her clit as Byron was in her mind stroking her desperately mixing that fantasy with the heaven of his tongue. "Ahhnnnnn Ahnnnn nn nn nn!!!!" she exploded into an intense orgasm, and then another, her thighs and ass completely damp with her excessive juices. The room filled with her scent, her parfum mixed with her dank pussy. Morgan looked up with his gnarled face and said lovingly, "Yuri, you are so beautiful, your vagina, like a dark oyster. So perfect, so mmmmm," and gently began to lick her again. She tilted her head off to one side, still lightly moaning, but seeing his face had broken the spell. He was rich, he was devoted and loving, but he was an ugly little troll. And that was just not enough for her. Few things were ever enough. - Yuri felt like she was floating in a dream somehow. "This is odd, like I am asleep, have been asleep for a long time, but just can't seem to wake up." But these thoughts faded as she drifted into her past, into her constant fantasies. She had always been beautiful, even as a child. "Yuri has always been beautiful" she thought. As long as she could remember. A privileged Family. The best of everything she had been the brightest and the girl everyone wanted constantly. In High School and College, a string of both men and women, as she didn't care about their sex as long as she could use them, have them make her cum, have them give her something she needed. Proudly she thought, "But now as a woman, I am at my peak." Her body was clear ivory, a face like a calm lake, black black hair shoulder length, here eyes dark like a night sky. Those full lips, delicate hands, perfect c cup breasts with latte colored nipples, her flat stomach leading to her perfectly trimmed vagina, a perfect high full ass and those long white lithe legs. a little dark mole in the center of her right thigh. A little heart tattoo on the underside of her wrist. As perfect a Japanese woman as you could imagine. Her lingerie drawer, all perfection, beautiful pieces one after another. "I love them all," she thought to herself, her lingerie what she truly loved as it clung to her, accentuated her in a way no lover ever could. Her closet, all perfect taste, every shoe carefully chosen. And her parfum. It was her signature. A rare scent custom done in Firenze Italy. The scent of amber, of sex, of citrus and warm wood. She loved how feminine it made her feel. And she loved her femininity, she would look in the mirror and feel truly happy, slowly oil and caress her body, exploring her reflection, loving her own perfection until she brought on her own shuddering orgasm her face drifting lovely in the rack of pleasure. Seeing her own face while she came accentuated her pleasure. "And money," she driftingly thought. Daddy had gambled with their finances and lost everything, not that it mattered to Yuri. There was always some business man who would give her an apartment, and she didn't even have to touch him, just let him watch. Yuri built a stable of them who paid the bills, and if they got too "handsy", she would break up with them, leave them pleading promising everything. She never cared about any of them. "Why should I?" she thought to herself. "They knew what the situation was, I mean they can look in the mirror and see the difference between us! I did them a favor, to allow them to enjoy their time with me." And finally she met Morgan at a party. The Vice-President of a BioResearch company. Very well off? A serious understatement. "But, he is just so...ugh. He is nice I guess..., but so really sort of repulsive." Morgan had a gnarled face from an accident as a child, short, barely taller than Yuri, and slender, didn't weigh much more than her, maybe a few pounds. Not manly in any way other than his hairy chest and legs. And his little cock she tolerated, along with his other attentions. He was good at giving her oral sex. "I will give him that," and loved her and cared for her obviously. "And his money..." "But even with his money, his love and care, he takes good care of me, but he must look in the mirror and know. He must certainly know and understand he is 'not enough'." There is only one Man who is "physically enough." She met Byron while at a spa in Amalfi. He was so totally perfectly "California" and she was on him, swarmed him with her charms immediately. Tall lean, hairless, his long strong torso, powerful arms, blond, those blue eyes and white white smile. And that incredible juicy cock of his. Powerful, urgent... "His stamina, I have never met anyone like him... so physically perfect, he is almost a little feminine looking he is so pretty... and takes me, pounds me in a way that makes me feel that he wants me, that I am such a woman, a woman he wants more than life. His cock fills me in a way I have never had, and sucking him off, he will do anything for me, anything. She day dreamed of the time in the full days sun, him banging her from behind as she clutched her beautiful tits, screaming, shaking the bed, looking at their reflection together in a mirror, his face contorted as he plunged came spurted his hot load into her perfect ass, but she loved also watching her own face full of pleasure. And then dreamed of the girl she had scissored in the Ritz that same day. Amanda, she worked as concierge. Byron didn't know anything about her. She remembered Byron said... "I am yours, 1000%, anything you ask of me I will do." She loved it when they said that. But he has no money, not very bright, a loser really. Being so beautiful is all he has going for him. Moved around as a massage therapist, hitting on women in every city in the world... He will never be able to provide for me... "He is not enough." It is never enough, if only... That is where the seed of her plan came from. She had broken into Morgans office, to check his files, in the hope of finding information she could use in some way, maybe to blackmail him. But then she found it. His will. In the event of his death, She got everything. EVERYTHING. So... Morgan would have a little accident, an intruder break in and a robbery gone bad, and then all of that glorious glorious money. She saw the look on Byron's face, that he thought they would be together, and rich, for ever. The poor fool. She knew there was always a more beautiful boy, another hungry cock, and she also was thinking maybe it was time to find another beautiful girlfriend. A girl with huge tits this time. Blonde maybe. The poor fool. He would have his own little accident, perhaps when they go sailing in Greece. He had said it was his dream to sail the Greek Isles with his own boat. She would buy him the boat as a present, a going away present. And she smiled her perfect brilliant sexy smile. "So strange, it feels like I have been asleep forever, but am I dreaming or ..." and she drifted back to sleep. - Morgan was not all that he appeared to be. Not at all, not even fucking close, if Yuri only knew... His moderately successful BioResearch company? That was a front for a multi-national research firm, with its hands in every medical company in the world, every government research division. Quietly he was the most powerful and among the richest men on earth. Which he hated. Hated. He knew Yuri was only with him because of his money. That despite his attempts to show her love and care, she was pretending. It was not his first time to experience this. It was his experience EVERY FUCKING TIME, even with the limited amount of money he admitted to having. If he told her the truth, even her petty greedy mind wouldn't comprehend the number of zeroes. And then there was his secret. He desperately hated being a Man. Ever since he was a child, when he would go to his Aunts for summer holiday, and sneak into the attic, dress up in perfect white frilly dresses, and feel normal and complete and happy... until he got caught. And the yelling of his Mother and Father about his responsibility and his future and psychologists and more psychologists all telling him it was a phase and a sickness and he would grow out of it and would learn to love being a man. He thought of suicide all the time. The only life he was even pretending to have was running the company, which was at least interesting for his brilliant mind, and Yuri, whose beauty and elegance distracted him, entranced him. How he wished she would love him. How he wished he was her. This thought was on his mind constantly. Yuri was a very intelligent girl. But again, Morgan was not all that he appeared. His intelligence could not be accurately measured. Being "a genius" was somewhere back in his teen years, his current mind was far beyond that into limitless capabilities. So poor little beautiful Yuri had no idea she was being automatically recorded to video when she broke into his office, and the cloud based video sent immediately to Morgans phone. Again, this was not the first time this had happened. And poor little elegant Yuri had no idea she was being tracked, and audio monitored by cluster based sensors in her clothing, in her suitcase, in her purse, in her phone all reporting to the internet every little thing she said, reporting audio and video of every little thing she had done. For as long as they had been together. Morgan could look in a mirror, did look in the mirror, and he knew. So when poor little exquisite Yuri and her blank beautiful Byron hatched their stupid little plot. Morgan was fully informed and aware. The love he had fabricated, that he had fooled himself with, drowned in a tidal wave of anger and disappointment. But suddenly in the middle of that pain, frozen, he stood in the revelation of an idea. That is where the seed of his plan came from. - The night of the "murder" it wasn't even close. It was a joke. Yuri let Byron into the house, Yuri went back to bed with Morgan, and waited for him to go to sleep, to give Byron the signal. Just as she led Byron into the office, two sliding doors closed and quickly the room filled with Benzodiazepine gas, designed to put them to sleep and make them forget they had even been there. Private guards took vacant Byron, and put him back to bed in his apartment. Erased the voice mail that "tonight was the night to visit the hairy little troll." - Byron went to work the next day worried. Yuri said she wouldn't talk to him for a while, so there was a separation of their contacts, but he didn't know it would be for so long. It was okay though, there were plenty of older women to keep him busy for a while and the months flew for vacant Byron. ...Then one day the phone rang... - Yuri however, Yuri was going to be a special case to Morgan. She was taken to the underground research hospital, admitted as one of those who volunteered for experiments in exchange for exorbitant amounts of money, and then all that documentation was lost "somehow." And Yuri ceased to exist in the world of paperwork. Yuri was going to be a special project. - Yuri kept feeling she was sleeping, in a dream she couldn't wake up from somehow, drifting walking in her beautiful thigh high stockings, her body fresh from the bathtub, her luscious breasts warm and tender, waiting to be touched, waiting to be complimented, her hair a sleek black, her incomparable ivory and smooth body aching to be fucked. She heard high heels, high heels on a hard floor surface, and realized that she was awake. Yuri realized she felt sort of odd, that she was covered in a sheet, bandages maybe. Her hands were bound above her head? She couldn't move her arms. Everything was fuzzy, out of focus, she could only see out of a slit above the bandages that covered her face. She was still woozy, felt drugged, just barely out of a fugue sleep. When the nurse leaned over her. Blond, beautiful, with huge tits barely bound in her crisp white uniform. "Good Morning," she said, purring, her voice svelte and low. Yuri thought of the woman she had once in Austria, so similar, that made her come in a way she never had before, their wet pussies grinding together, slick and warm Yuri's first time with another real grown up woman. "Today we are going to remove the bandages, you have been through a lot you poor thing, it must have been a bad accident." Yuri was now confused, she didn't remember an accident. She remembered talking with Byron about Morgan, but not any thing further than that. She remembered stories of people in accidents with that experience. The nurse pulled her blankets down, and Yuri felt the coolness on her legs familiar. Sort of. Her legs seemed odd, sort of itchy somehow. Not glossy and smooth. "Well if I have been in the hospital they probably need a good waxing," she assured herself. The nurse continued upwards, and reaching over slid her ample tits across Yuri's body. Yuri purred, "Mmmm that is nice..." But her voice, it was wrong somehow, catching in a different range like she needed to clear her throat. The Nurse replied with a vixen smile, "hmmm, maybe I can help you with something?" Yuri replied "Please I would love that" and again cleared her throat like she was hoarse or something. Her voice was wrong, maybe she was sick to? "I haven't spoken in a while, it will clear up," she thought. Miss Nurse, needing no more prodding opened up her button up dress, a white bra barely hanging on to her incredible tits, snowy white, white chiffon panties. And said, "When YOU ask me how can I say no?" Yuri felt a little thrill like she always did when someone commented on her beauty, and how irresistible she was. The nurse was working up her strange feeling legs toward her waiting pussy. Yuri thought, "Even my pussy feels strange..." Her groin was feeling very hot, but somehow tight, odd, different somehow, like her clit was very pressured, and yet her pussy felt very dry. Yuri jovially said, clearing her throat, trying to find her normal voice, "I have been in the hospital, give it a minute..." "Before we get started, let me get the last of the bandages off", and the near naked nurse removed the last of the bandages from Yuri's face. Now she could fully see the glorious figure of the Swedish nurse, maybe 6 feet tall, ample, sexy curvy, her huge tits, past Yuri's flat hairy chest, her blond hair draping her hairy stomach, over her dark furry crotch. Flat chest. My tits, hairy, what? Where are my tits??!!! Hairy stomach? Yuri felt numb, shocked for a moment. Until the nurse took her cock completely in her mouth. "AHHHNNNN," Yuri cried out deeply, hoarsely, compulsively at the intensity of that feeling, a sharp intense pleasure she had never known before, the warm mouth enveloping, sucking, wetly pumping her cock. She arched her back, hips bucking uncontrollably. "WHAT IS GOING ON AM I DREAMING FU..FUCK OH MY GOD FUCK," she shouted. In her mind she was also shouting, "What, my voice, what is going on...?" But it was no dream. Yuri slowly looked down at her body with dread and dark fear. Where once her beautiful D cup ivory tits were, she had a flat hairy chest, a wiry muscular body covered in black hair, a very large cock disappearing into the mouth of the lily white Nurse, her eyes closed focusing on pleasuring, pumping it with her luxurious mouth. Yuri realized her silky hair was not touching her shoulders, that her face felt strange. My tits my tits where are they WHAT IS GOING ON. But something was building in her new dick. Unstoppable. She knew that feeling that she would cum, but did not know this feeling, so much stronger like a train crashing into a bank vault. Confused, scared, horrified, she only then looked up from her bed, to see a reflection of part of her upper body. Her arms were restrained above her head. She was a wiry muscular man covered in black hair. Her silky beautiful tits were nowhere to be seen, now flat and covered in whorls of long black chest hair. And then she saw the face, the face looking back at her. "It is impossible impossible impossible," her mind cracking. Staring back at her from the mirror was Morgans face, in pleasure, in shock, in terror. Yuri began to scream in horror. A raspy deep gravelly scream which only added to her dismay And then to add to her shock, the nurse began to give an expert hand job alternating with deep throating her monstrous cock. The Nurse deliberately relaxed putting some fresh smelling lube on her hands, Yuri watched hypnotically, as the nurses pale white hand furiously began stroking her dark colored new cock, then it disappearing completely into her mouth and throat. The screams turned into cries of pleasure "Ahhnnnnnnnn fuck yes fuck fuck fuck fuck yes!!!!!" horsely, deeply Yuri yelled during her first Male orgasm as her cock shot ropy dense cum onto the tits of the Nurse, and a mess onto Yuri's new hairy stomach. Yuri panted raggedly, not believing what just happened, feeling her still hard cock twitch, convulse. The nurse took one finger, tracing through Yuri's hairy chest, covered in cum, and then licked it. Then put her dress back on and said, "Thank you Mr. Morgan," leaving Yuri still in her restraints. She recognized the scent in the air, the scent of hot spunk, HER hot cum on HER hairy body. Weakly Yuri said "no No NO please don't leave me here please what is going on oh my god please won't someone help me this can't be possible it can't be true what the fuck is going on please tell me won't someone please tell me delirious and tired ...she passed out... and then heard a voice Yuri... Yuri... Wake up And Yuri for a moment was back in her body, scented with parfum, smooth and silky and sexy and Yuri woke up.. To see her own self standing beside her hairy grotesque body, idly stroking the new dark oyster colored cock. Her restraints had been removed. "MMM oh OH OH NNNN," Yuri caught herself crying out in pleasure again in the strange baritone voice, again shockingly horrified at the sound. She by habit went to clutch her tits, to find them gone, only little nubs left of her once glorious mounds. And she began to cry again raggedly. The "Other" Yuri, began to stroke faster, with a sexy sexy look on her face, a fascinated look at the huge thick cock in her delicate perfectly manicured hand. and through her tears, seeing that... the real Yuri felt a shock, a buried sick desire grew stronger burning in her, to see her "own self" stroke her new cock like how she used to watch herself in the mirror. "Mmm yes YES PUMP IT it please please please," and suddenly she realized in her conscious mind the horror of what was going on, that she was not in control and began to cry, sobbing uncontrollably in her new deep voice. Tears streaming down her pocked face. The new Yuri, a vision of perfection, of elegance, of pure beauty, just as the old Yuri was. Dressed beautifully in short black chiffon dress, thigh high stockings and heels. A little cross body purse. She leaned way over, with her ass to the old Yuri, touching the floor with liquid flexibility, tracing her fingers along her stockings, then across her perfect ass, nestling on her gracious and large tits, grazing firm generous nipples, pinching them gently. Then one hand down, nestling into her crotch, slowly circling her clit through her panties. The old Yuri between the stroking and this show, felt a new sensation of absolute hardness, her new cock was rock hard, almost painfully. The new Yuri, walked casually close, relaxed, pulled the finger out of her pussy putting it in Yuri's mouth, then taking that damp finger and began to circle the head of old Yuri's cock. Yuri got to her feet, surprised by her strength for a moment, lunging at the new Yuri. The New Yuri, quickly dodged, simply reached out and squeezed Yuri's enormous new cock, Yuri's knees almost buckled. The new Yuri reached into her purse, removed then pushed a button on her phone, placing it on the hospital bed. A panel opened revealing a wall sized mirror. And Yuri saw the aftermath now in full view, the spectacle of her complete new body for the first time. In the mirror at the horror of her ivory body covered in dense black hair, her gnarled and scarred face, her balding head with scraggly hair, her arms and legs wiry and muscular, any trace of her elegance and beauty, contorted and destroyed carefully by machines and drugs and surgery. And a huge twitching dark colored cock, like the dark color in an oyster. And then she saw it. The mole on her thigh. She had a little tattoo of a heard on the underside of her wrist. She got that on her 21st birthday in Osaka, drunk with her friends. It was still there on her heavily veined and muscular arm... This was no dream. ... Yuri screamed and threw up violently, loudly and repeatedly, eventually throwing up with nothing left, retching dryly. The new Yuri went to wall panel, opened it, removed and brought over a little towel, demurely, careful not to step in the vomit with her beautiful shoes. And put an arm around Yuri's waist with one arm, began to stroke Yuri's cock lightly again with her other hand. Yuri's face glazed, her body shook, trembled her hands writhing. She moaned sick and painfully. "So Yuri, you will find this new cock of yours very sensitive, very reliable, but VERY demanding. It wants to be touched all the time. It was designed to be that way. Never satisfied, always ready to fuck, always ready to shoot a huge load. It took years to design such a thing genetically. By the way, it was grown from your own DNA, it is yours and is my gift to you. Your cock cost about $3 Million Dollars, with all of your work costing about $5 million total. I do hope you appreciate and enjoy such an expensive gift from me!" The voice was her old voice, relaxed, purring, oozing sex as she had, but also a malicious deadly tone. In a broken and gravelly deep voice Yuri screaming and crying at once "WHO ARE YOU WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME." "Who am I?" She smiled casually and continued to stroke Old Yuri's cock, swirling her hand now around the head. Yuri caught her breath sharply, again grunting, moaning with the intense single pleasure of it. Of watching her old self look at her new burning and painfully hard cock with fascination, "I once was as you are now. I once was Morgan. But now I am you. And you are me." Her mind was screaming screaming in her old voice but only came out a guttral, "THATS IMPOSSIBLE I WILL KILL YOU... OH GODDDDUNGGGGGGHHH." The old Yuri sharply lurched toward Morgan again, the now the divine New Yuri. Yuri was easily stopped in her tracks by Morgan pumping her cock a little faster. "Oh, its completely possible Yuri," Morgan said calmly. "I have had you on accelerated designer Testosterone for your genetic code for about 8 months. A complete battery of plastic surgeries, including a face transplant between us. I did you a favor there, by keeping you asleep. It was very painful..." Morgan ran a delicate hand across his angels smooth face and through his raven black hair. "And then we also electro-stimulated your body, your muscles, so combined with the testosterone would erase any female attributes you had physically. The effects are indeed permanent. Just as the very painful treatments I went through are also completely permanent. So Yuri, um, I would get used to it." Morgan brought his face very close to Yuri's, Yuri was panting coarsely, her face contorted, so so so close to cumming again. Morgan kissed her lightly, stroking even faster, and whispered in her ear. "You will be this way forever, until you die you pathetic bitch. Female hormones will not work on you, the last thing I had you genetically modified that only certain and specific top secret hormones would even work. Even with those hormones you will still be a hideous woman. And surgery? You have had so much surgery already, you would probably die if a standard plastic surgeon did work on you." "So baby, my pretty little Yuri, You are now, and always will be until you die, a hairy little troll. Forever you will be this. You will be a Horny, Hairy, grotesque little piece of gristle." Yuri was now crying uncontrollably, only now realizing the horror, truly the horror of her situation in the rational part of her mind. But that thought was clouded so hard to reach over the intense pleasure of her cock just getting ready to burst. Morgan abruptly stopped stroking her, sensing she was ready to blow her load. And then slipped off her panties tossing them at Yuri, hitting her square in the face. Yuri recognized them, she had bought them in Italy. "Here is my other gift to you little bitch. I want you to lick me, lick my pussy then FUCK ME." And with that Morgan lifted his dress, reaching around behind and pulling his pussy lips apart. Leaning forward, with obvious wetness... Yuri staggered forward, with her painfully hard cock, repulsive smelling body, her whole body balance off, almost falling, but strong beyond anything she had ever experienced. And saw it, her previously beautiful pussy. She had seen it in the mirror, but never this way. Swollen, holy, lovely, purely sexy, a dark oyster the outer lips of her vulva beautiful dark almost black to the cream colored inner lips. Seeing her pussy in a way only her partner could. And Yuri lost it, was incredibly turned on, her designer cock driving her mind. Diving headfirst into her pussy, inhaling it, licking it, sucking it, biting it, furiously fucking it with her thick hairy fingers she forgot everything else. Morgan hung on for the ride, coming twice at the ministrations of Yuri, before pulling away... And saying, "Fuck me my little Yuri, fuck me as hard as you can with your thick fucking cock..." Yuri was now over the edge, it was like looking in the mirror but so much more intense because of her leaking swollen hard pulsating cock it filled her every thought with its hardness and more than anything, she wanted to see herself get fucked, feel herself fucking herself watching her face being fucked. Morgan, leaned over on the surgical bed, presenting her sopping pussy to Yuri. Yuri lurched and grasping strongly Morgans tiny beautiful waist and pulling her svelte white and fringed dark pussy over her dark colored thick and throbbing cock. "AHGODDDNNDNNGGG," both partners cried out at this, the first time they fucked, were fucking as Morgan now the girl, and Yuri, now the boy. Yuri, pounding bouncing off Morgans ivory perfect ass, reached around to stroke her clit, she knew exactly what it needed. Morgan eyes closed angelic groaned appreciatively, growing wetter by the second, his clit growing eager, hard, pulsating. Yuri could feel her cock building pressure something was going to happen and could feel her hot pussy remember how her pussy felt so hot when getting set to cum so many men so many women fingering her fucking her licking her giving her everything and now I am fucking watching me fuck my hot pussy feeling it. Yuri's mind was a jumble of broken pieces, driven forward by her desperate need. Her hairy ugly ass driving like a jackhammer into the pale perfection of Morgan's sweet vagina. Morgan came violently, his pretty face an angels peace one second, then contorted crying out melodically, lyrically, mmmnnn yes yes YES YES FUCK YES AHHHNnnnnnn GODDDYESSSS clutching at her tits her hair sweaty and stuck to her face catching in her long eyelashes the smell of her rare parfum the smell of her hot snatch. And seeing that. Hearing that. Smelling that. That was it. Yuri's sick little desire of watching herself took complete control. Yuri's cock went overload into a white hot orgasm, filling Morgans pretty little twat with cum over flowing spilling out and down her legs, dripping down Yuri's hairy balls stuck in his hairy legs, Yuri's guttural voice a repeating set of loud cries, his face still pouring tears between the spurting waves of his never ending never tired cock. The mix of tears and cum in her dank pubic hair surrounding the huge shaft of her cock. Slowly recovering, shivering in the fugue of her orgasm, Yuri realized in slow motion, looking in the mirror, looking at herself. Byron was standing behind her. She forgot herself for a moment and went to turn and jump into his arms... ...And Byron quickly, like the blink of an eye twisted the garrotte around Yuri's throat. Like a clamp, a vice, Yuri couldn't breath, began to struggle violently against Byron in confusion and fear and shock trying to speak to tell him Byron its me its me its me. But Byron was taller, and stronger than the even new strong Yuri and Yuri began to think of that little girl she was, and how she tortured everyone around her, and now the darkness was spilling in over the edges, the time she was 16 with her tits a new beautiful blossom and topless in the warm and cool waves a moment she was truly happy and now she was I am so young and don't want to, i don't want to, no, I don't... and then nothing at all. Byron eventually dropped "Morgans" lifeless body to the floor. "Yuri" looking on with a small smile. Yuri, put her phone back into her beautiful little purse from the surgeons bed, elegantly adjusting herself, putting back on her panties, smiling at Byron's fascination watching her replace them. "Thank you Baby for saving me," Yuri said. Kissing Byron deeply, he put his arms around her and felt a wave of happiness, they would be free and... Yuri pulled the little 9mm from her purse and shot him at close range six times. Byron fell dead with a wet gargle before he hit the floor. - After the panic alarms had been pressed, the police found Yuri delirious with fear, huddled in the house, Morgan strangled by Byron, his dna everywhere, Yuri still with the gun from her purse, registered to her "Byron killed him, was going to kill me, oh god my Morgan crying uncontrollably Byrons blood on her pretty little dress." Evidence showed that Byron, jealous of Morgan had documented extensively in his computer his little plot, and stolen Yuri's phone to gain entry codes. Self-defense and sympathy was handed down to poor little loving Yuri, along with the will her loving Morgan had given her, leaving her everything. EVERYTHING. - Amanda, the concierge was so deeply in love. Yuri had come back to her unexpectedly, different somehow, giving, loving, not distant, not locked away. Like she had learned something about life, like she was a new person. Invited her to dinner, invited her to stay, invited her into Yuri's life, to stay forever. "Ahhnnnnn Ahnnnn nn nn nn!!!!" Yuri exploded into an intense orgasm, and then another, her thighs and ass completely damp with her excessive juices. The room filled with her scent, her parfum mixed with her dank pussy. Amanda looked up, her lipstick smeared on her face, on Yuri's clit, and said lovingly, "Yuri, you are so beautiful, your vagina, like a dark oyster. So perfect, so mmmmm," and gently began to lick her again. And Morgan, now forever Yuri, relaxed, fell into an impossible heaven, deliriously happy and so deeply in love. Satisfied.