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Another Escape Ch.5 Author's note: Chapter 5 is finally here, and it certainly took longer than I anticipated. My appreciation to those who left feedbacks on my first fantasy story 'For The Good of The Realm'. It turned out better than I expected, though there are certainly room for improvement. My sincere thanks. I hope you will enjoy this one as well. If you do, let me know. If you don't, let me know too. The Family A week before Moscow: "No!" Melissa's sultry tone had a hint of Dr. Smith's insistence. "There's no other way. We can't turn to the US government with our current position either," Rocky's words left Katherine's lips. Their position was indeed a complicated one. Even if they had somehow managed to save Chico, would they be abled to get over themselves by keeping vital homeland intelligence under wrap? "It's just too risky. Besides, we're not certain if Mr. Alvez is still alive anyway," the ginger beauty stated matter-of-factly. The false Katherine swayed her hips almost teasingly over to her husband's lively employee before placing her hand on her pretty face. The warmth of her cheeks became apparent as they blushed. Katherine could almost hear the younger woman's heart throbbed as she leaned in to plant a kiss on her lips. "Call it a woman's intuition. Somehow, I could feel him. I know he's alive," Katherine said with a sudden alteration to her accent. "But... You're risking it all. After all that we've been through? Because of your intuition?" Dr. Smith's anxiety was translated well into Melissa's appearance. Without her glasses, the young Chief Financial Officer lacked that little bit of her usual poise but exerted a different kind of beauty - the more feminine and fragile ones. "You don't have to go with us if you don't want to," Katherine said before passionately kissing the redhead. The former Dr. Kenny Smith knew there was nothing stopping this woman - or rather, the man within this woman - when her mind was set. He also knew that he wouldn't be here living the life if not for the former mafia boss's principal of not leaving his men behind. In the end, the false Melissa Ingram relented to the temptation of the older 'lady' as she returned her affection by pulling Katherine's nightgown up and over her head. The phony Katherine Wilson was not wearing any brassiere and was left with only her black lacy thong covering her well-trimmed womanhood. The former Dr. Smith couldn't resist rubbing the lingerie against Mrs. Wilson's pussy as his latest female alter-ego continued to tongue the middle-aged woman's mouth. Soon, she could feel the usually elegant blonde squeezing the cheeks of her derriere before pulling up Melissa's white negligee up and over her head in return. Their lips parted momentarily from each other before swiftly resuming and proceeding to become a full-blown make out session. The stimulation from Melissa's clit being stroke through the thin material of her white panties had her shuddered before a moan escaped her lips. "She's even more sensitive than Shannon?" Katherine whispered after she withdrew from the passionate mouth-to-mouth to observe Melissa's reaction. "Yes... Apparently, this girl didn't have much time for play," Melissa said as she oddly described herself in third person. "Well, there's nothing else to do but make up on all the fun she has missed," Katherine said before pushing the redhead onto the opulent bed. Melissa landed on her back, feeling the expensive silk brushing against her back as she subconsciously tried to shield her nether region by drawing her knees together. Katherine pounced onto the King-sized crib like a cougar after stripping off her elegant night dress before boldly parting the younger woman's legs. The wet spot on the crotch of her panties was obvious, though, the blonde had no interest in seeing it grow as she hastily rolled the skimpy lingerie down the length of her legs. Melissa's pink pussy had been trimmed ever since it was under Dr. Smith's management, and Katherine was glad that she took her time to give the lovely woman a hand in her grooming as she dove in to feast on the bare folds. "Oooh! Fuck! She's so... I'm fucking CUMMING!" Melissa groaned as her lesbian lover barely got in a few flicks of her tongue. The false Miss Ingram felt as if her brain had just exploded as every muscle in her petite figure tensed up before a giant wave of orgasm crashed down on her. She came in force, but Katherine had not stop as she continued to suck on her ejaculate. Something else eventually emerged along with Melissa's nectar - the glistening pink complexion of Kenny Smith's cock as it slid between the 32-year-old's vaginal lips and straight into Katherine's mouth. Slightly taken aback by its sudden emergence, the graceful blonde eventually regained control as she turned to fellating a rather familiar appendage. It was growing all the time as Katherine switched up her play a tad by squeezing the cock between her sizeable breasts - moving her upper body up and down the length of Melissa's incongruous member as she allowed it to repetitively slide in and out of her mouth. The pair of hairy sacs which had emerged along with the cock had started to shrink as it signalled the inevitable. "FUCK! I'm... I'm cumming!" Melissa managed to purr before her cock erupted within Mrs. Wilson's mouth. The 49-year-old blonde did well to swallow most of the massive load her younger lover had unleashed - only letting some of it leaked out from the edges of her lips. She managed to retain some in her oral cavity as Melissa's manhood slithered out before the older woman moved up to kiss her younger counterpart - transferring her own warm cum into her mouth. While Melissa was accepting her own cum, her dainty fingers were already hard at work, fingering her boss's wife. She was not at all surprised by how wet the lovely blonde's cunt had become as she began to stroke against her G-spot. "Yessss! That's it.... Go down... PLEASE!!" Katherine said as they both shifted so that they were both in a classic 69 position with Melissa on top. The former Dr. Smith had to sweep Melissa's scarlet strands to the back of her ear as he flickered Katherine's clit while plunging a finger in and out of the middle-aged woman's pussy. At the same time, he felt his semi-flaccid penis fell back into the warmth of Katherine's mouth and gradually growing back to its full potential as they ate each other out. "Good to go, Doc?" Katherine asked, admiring her handy (or mouthy) work of making Melissa hard again - despite being a little out of her usual character. "Yes," was all she said before they repositioned themselves in the good old missionary set up. Despite all the types of crazy sex positions they had adopted ever since taking over and indulging themselves in the lives of the Wilsons, the former Dr. Smith had still preferred looking at the beautiful face of Katherine Wilson while making passionate love to the seemingly ageless blonde. He enjoyed her every expression of lust while seeing her breasts jiggle as she was being pounded. The warmth and wetness of her box enveloped his member as he began to move his hips. As usual, he had started slow and gentle before progressively picking up pace as well as intensity. The slapping sounds between bodies had grown louder and faster along with the grunts and squeal of two impeccable ladies. "Oh GAAWD!" Katherine groaned as she experienced her own climax. However, it wasn't just her climax - something else made its presence felt, literally. Rocky Wallansky's cock emerged from within Katherine's cervix before bumping into the head of Dr. Smith's penis as the two appendage slid against each other before pushing through between Katherine's folds and ended up just beneath the former psychologist's sacs. Ever since they had learned to will the appearance of their former body parts from the live-skin that they were wearing, the group had tried to utilize them to further heighten their sexual gratification. But, it would be the first time they attempted this. "Wow... I've never thought of doing it this way," Melissa said as she felt Katherine's cock tickling her balls every time she pushed into her. Not only that, the sensation of their penis sliding off each other with every in and out movement coupled with the increased tightness, had undoubtedly raised the experience into a whole new level. With such heightened stimulation, the couple could only wish that they had lasted as long as they could. In fact, it had felt so good that they were slightly disappointed when both of them had cummed simultaneously. "I'm surprised that you don't feel weird by all this, Doc," Katherine spoke again, now adhering to her usual elegance. "What do you mean?" Melissa asked as she pulled her partially limp manhood out of Katherine's vagina before flopping back onto the bed next to the vixen. "I mean having your dick rubbing against another dick, specifically the one belongs to an overweight middle-aged mafia boss," Katherine hinted. "I still don't get what you're talking about? All I see is a strikingly beautiful woman, and all I felt was that unusually masculine thing between her legs," Melissa replied. Katherine's lips curled into a smile as she rolled over to hug the 'woman' who was now sharing her bed. *** 72 hours later, they had made it into the homes of the Vladivostok. It wasn't difficult for Igor Kolarov to convince the embassy's security to allow a Russian speaking young American aka Rachel Wilson to speak to the ambassador. Mr. Vladivostok had thought that she was one of their agents seeking his help. But she had brought an American gentleman with her. Unbeknownst to him, this middle-aged gentleman would then shed his skin and take over his hollow form. From here on out, it was merely a matter of bringing a group 'diplomatic' guests home, in order for the replacements to take place. The Buenos Aires International Airport had detected the Wilsons and the Vonz twin as well as Ms. Claire Pearson's departures back to Houston without breaching the limit of their stay. What the immigration department had no need to know was the fact that those were just hollow live-skins occupied by clones of individuals who had stolen the identities of the ambassador and his lovely family. The clones were sent home to ensure that nothing was amiss. The Wilsons along with Mrs. Pearson and the Vonz twins would go about with their lives while Rocky and his loyal followers would attempt to bring Chico Alvez home. What he did not expect was the willingness of Samuel Johnson to abandon his obsession with Helen Kim so that he could lend a hand. Rocky certainly felt that the former African American fugitives could do more than just tagging along. Part of him knew that the fellow escapee's participation was probably to vent his own frustration of not making any progress with Ms. Kim due to the latter's overly cautious and protective personality - which was completely the opposite to the version put out by her impersonator 8 years ago. Despite her friendliness towards Claire, Helen refused to invite the neighbor to her home without the presence of more than a dozen of other guests. And they would usually hang out in public places which denied the former Samuel any opportunity to utilize the AER. Hence, here was Sammy boy in the guise of someone other than Claire or her daughter Emily for the first time in years. In hindsight, Rocky still could not forget the looks on the Gina's lovely face when she and her daughter Sonia were both shot by the AER device by someone she had wrongly assumed to be her husband. That look of confusion were soon to be replaced by the expression of mischief when an overweight middle-aged man squeezed himself out of the skin of an elegant American woman and somehow managed to force himself back into her petite form. Another taller and leaner man who had just taken off the skin of a youthful blonde, had decisively stepped into the form of Sonia - despite the objections from the Vonz twins who were initially fighting over who was going to be the teenage bombshell. Nevertheless, they relented and participated in the orgy which ensued that night - not without unleashing their frustrations onto the new teenage daughter. One by one, members of the Russian diplomat's family were coaxed to make the trip across the Atlantic with the lure of promised reconciliation with the man who was about to be promoted to stand among Moscow's elite. Greed appeared to be running in the blood of the Vladivostoks as all who had been contacted did not pass up on the bait. *** With everything paid for, the trip to Buenos Aires was a no-brainer as far as Yulia Vladivostok was concerned. This would also be the only way for her to be accepted back into the family - an important first step when her rightful slice of a big 'cake' would be up for grabs if the rumors of her father stature among Moscow's upper-class were to be believed, especially after his promotion. However, she certainly did not expect the 'curve ball' of her supermodel girlfriend being invited as well. Talk about sudden changes of principles, Yulia thought as she held onto Berrien Rostov's slender figure while she took a deep breath before knocking on the door. Apart from the one at the gate, there was basically no security personnel working within the perimeter of the residence. Yulia began to get even more nervous than she and her girlfriend already were when she heard heels clicking on marbles flooring from behind the towering double door. "Hello girls! Good to see you've arrived," Gina said as she leaned forward to embrace her husband's eldest daughter. Yulia had only seen Gina at their rather low-profile wedding ceremony. Therefore, this would be her second encounter with the woman who took her father away from her real family. As their cheeks touched on each side, Yulia couldn't help but noticed a pleasant scent from her stepmother. Gina went ahead and gave the same embrace to Yulia's girlfriend. "Your father is waiting for you. Please come in," Gina said before asking her butler to handle to guest's baggage. "Your stepmom is hot," Berrien whispered to Yulia as they both admired the 40-year-old woman's well-preserved figure while walking behind her. They both like the taste of her attire in a sleeveless floral dress with the hem barely approaching her knees as the fabric hug her voluptuous form in all the right places. Despite the advantage in her height, Berrien would still look like a child standing next to the very attractive Hispanic. But, Yulia kept that thought to herself - not wanting to hurt her girlfriend's feelings as she observed the sensual sways of the supposedly middle-aged brunette. Gina's firm and aptly toned derriere was on show as they took the marble staircase up to the upper floor where Yulia guessed her father's study should be. As she started to wonder if her papa was not feeling well for not coming down to greet them, the couple had eventually been led to a large room. Instead of seeing towering bookshelves with mobile ladders and a large antique desk with a swivel leather chair, Yulia and Berrien were both brought into the house's master bedroom. "My darling daughter and her lovely girlfriend, I'm so glad you've both arrived safe and sound," Kiran Vladivostok greeted as he stood up from the bed. It would have been a perfectly normal affair if the 52-year-old Russian ambassador was not completely without a single thread of clothing on his impressively toned body. His cock was getting harder and harder at the sight of his beautiful daughter and her lesbian lover as he made his approach. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Yulia said backing away along with her screaming girlfriend. As they turned to flee, Yulia saw that the door they had passed through not a minute ago had been blocked off by a couple of bulky guys in their late 50s. "Sorry girls. We're gonna be livin' yer lives from now on," the one to the left with a horrific scar on his face said. Yulia had only a few seconds to contemplate her next move before she felt the absence of Berrien. The slender blonde was there and then, she wasn't. It appeared as if she had been swallowed up by the flooring or fell into a hole when the Russian supermodel had in fact collapsed onto where she had stood. Yulia saw with her own eyes Berrien's life-like skin crumpled upon the carpet along with her skin-tight white top, her sky-blue jeans, her black leather jacket with animal fur collar, her dark shades as well as her white lacy panties and a matching white brassiere. There was also some sort of scent - Yulia thought it smell like burning meat. She turned her attention back to her naked old man. "What have you done? I know you don't like us being together but..." Yulia stammered. Her voice was trembling because deep down, she knew something was wrong with her papa. Kiran Vladivostok was grinning like a cat who ate a bird as he regarded his daughter, "Oh sweet daughter... What are you even talking about? I'd absolutely love to be seeing the both of you together. In fact, I've longed to see the two of you as 'together' as you can be." "Though, you'll have to include me and, most probably, the rest of this beautiful family whenever you guys are doing intimate things... together," the father said as he began stroking his member. "What ar..." Yulia could only manage before she felt the warmth on her behind. *** "Unlike our earlier usage of the AER, this is starting to turn me on," Kiran said as he witnessed his daughter's transformation into a pile of clothes and skin. "For someone who's been going on about 'not using it unless your lives depend on it', you are certainly showing your enthusiasm," the former Rocky said as he lingered Gina's body around the back of her husband before kissing him on the neck. "Well, since we're using it because Chico's life's on the line, why not have some fun. Who knows if this was to be our last hurrah," the former Dr. Smith said as he felt Gina wrapped her arms around Kiran's surprisingly fit body. He allowed her dainty fingers to massage his cock. Further adding to the heat was the spectacle of Franco and Pablo turning themselves into Yulia and Berrien. Franco's tobacco-stained teeth were showing with his deviant grin as he slid his feet into Yulia's live-skin. Just like with Brigitte Vonz, her insides felt surprisingly pleasant amid being understandably slippery for the purpose of moving around - as if it's been coated with the sort of minty KY jelly. And not unlike with the twins, Franco could see his thick limb stretched out Yulia's previously deflated leg - only to see it shrunk and morphed back into the skin's original proportion. The process was almost instantaneous as Franco decided to expedite things by inserting his other leg into the live-skin's other leg before pulling the life-like disguise up his hip. It was a struggle to get the skin over both his erection and his meaty ass, but thankfully, and similarly with Brigitte Vonz, the disguise's elasticity allowed him to squeeze his lower half completely into the 28-year-old brunette. And it was equally as stretchable when the retired mob tugged it over his shoulder before sliding his hands into Yulia's empty cast. His sausage-like digits quickly morphed into the shapes of the woman's delicate and finely manicured fingers. The metamorphosis began at the tip with a tingling sensation as it travelled along the length of Franco's limb before it ended at his shoulder. Speaking of which, the bulk of his flesh shrunk miraculously to the feminine shoulders which Yulia love to flaunt by wearing sleeveless clothing. The old brute wearing her body now also witnessed her chest regenerated the tissues and ducts which made her breasts so naturally plump and perky. Her pink nipples surrounded by her areolas, had never lost their shapes as they stood erect in alignment with the excitement Franco was feeling. The moment of truth for him had always been tugging the live-skin's head over his own like an elaborate mask. He had managed to give Yulia's tits a good squeeze before eventually pulling her head - with her beautiful silky dark hair attached - over his balding one. Franco knew how it should be done by now as he approximated the skins of the opening behind his neck together. His consciousness alluded him momentarily as flashbacks of Yulia Vladivostok surged into the available memory cells within his brain. He wasn't even sure if it was his brain anymore as he suspected even its shape had been moulded into that of the lovely woman he was going to become. The most important thing though was that he knew underneath this pretty little skin, he was still Franco Balloti. When the new Yulia finally lifted her eyelids along with her long lashes, she realized the difference not only in her much clearer vision but her perspective as well. Another body wrapped her arms around her neck in a loving manner from behind, and the former Franco knew immediately who it was. "My sweet girl Berry, I thought I've lost you for a while there," Yulia said playfully as she turned around the face her equally naked girlfriend. "Well, I'm afraid you did lose me. Some creepy old men did turn us into some kind of wearable bodysuits, and now one of them is wearing me," Berrien said pouting her lips to feint sadness. "And the other one's wearing me," Yulia said before leaning in for a warm, wet kiss. Their hands were all over each other, wasting no time groping each other's firm and toned derriere before they were interrupted by someone clearing her throat. "Some help here would be nice," Gina Vladivostok called out as she was gathered by a group of men who had quietly sneaked out of their hiding place. The remaining undisguised participants had joined her husband on the King-sized bed as they warmed up their tools for the inevitable orgy. Mrs. Vladivostok had lost her earlier poise and elegance as she laid bare on the bed stroking Samuel Johnson's cock with her left hand while pumping Eric Robert's with her right. Her beloved husband had beat the crowd to the prize as he was already hammering his 7-incher in and out of the wife's pussy. Adrian Torres was the only man left out, though for a good reason. He was preoccupied with eating out Gina's 18-year-old daughter, Sonia's cunt over on the sofa adjacent to the walk-in closet. The former Igor Kolarov was fondling his stolen B-cups while basking in all the mind- blowing sensations of a body who had yet to experience actual sex. Having not allowing anyone into her panties before, the closest the original Sonia had ever got to having sex was giving a hand-job to her boyfriend while rubbing her own clit through her cotton underwear - and that had only just happened a week ago. "Mama, you shouldn't have been too strict on me! If this is how GOOD it felt to have sex... you should have allowed me to enjoy my fertile body!" Sonia cried out, half blaming her mom for what she had been missing out. Gina managed to pull Samuel's black cock out of her mouth before responding, "I just... don't want to see you get knocked up... before you turn eighteen, and most importantly before you... find a good husband. I guess... I was just too old-fashioned." The mother said before she resumed giving heads to both Eric and Samuel while being pounded by her own husband. She had made a mental note to encourage her daughter to have sex with as many men (or women) as she'd liked until she could find her destined companion. Like any other mother though, there would be no compromise on contraception until then. She herself was taking the pills as she had no qualms when Kiran erupted inside of her - spraying his warm seeds into her womb. Her husband barely touched her clit while he was pulling out his wasted penis when she came hard. It was her third orgasm, and she had yet to receive from the three other men left in the room. "Don't keep all the goodies to yourself," Yulia said as she sneaked around the back of Eric before hugging the nerdy man from behind - taking in the sensation of her naked form rubbing against the 21-year- old body. "Help is on the way," Berrien said as she slid behind Samuel before kissing the former death-row inmate on the shoulder. They certainly did share the work 'loads' as no wombs were left unfilled and no men were left without emptying their sacs. It was basically the same setup and the same number of participants the very next day - only this time, three lovely ladies had taken up the spots of those rugged men. In the place of Eric Roberts and Adrian Torres, it was 21-year-old Daria and her 23-year-old sister Dinara who were plunging their cocks into the snatch of Yulia and Berrien. Meanwhile, it was Samuel Johnson who was feasting on Sonia's pink - by now, a tad puffy - pussy, in the form of a 21-year-old brunette named Gilma Popovic. She was one of a couple of Daria's besties who she had brought along with her on the trip across the Pacific. Her father had encouraged her to bring along one of her friends. But she couldn't decide which one of her two 'BFFs' to pick from. So, she had ended up invited both. Needless to say, both Gilma and Maria Sharan - also recently turned 21 - were ecstatic. The down side though, Maria's live-skin had to be left vacant and crumpled on the floor along with her dark shades, full-length floral dress and lingerie as Samuel eventually had chosen the skin of Gilma - probably for the fact of how she had reminded him of Claire. "Ooooh fuck... Daria, are you sure your friend here had never done it with you before? She's so... fucking gooood!" Sonia said right before her petite figure gone into a series of spasms as she experienced her fourth orgasm of the night. "Not as far as I've known her... I've no idea what's gotten into her," Daria said with obvious pun intended, as she swung her hips behind Yulia who was propped up on her hands and knees. "Probably a perverted black dude who's also a convicted rapist!" Gina called out in a manner as if she was just joking before she continued squeezing her large breasts together against her husband's cock and intermittently letting its head slide in and out of her mouth. She had been quite into doing that a lot recently. Everyone in the spacious master bedroom knew, as Samuel in Gilma's guise back off from between Sonia's legs. The hidden African-American proceeded to probe Gilma's vagina with his delicate-amid-stolen fingers before finding his well-lubricated and well-hidden appendage. It became fully erect very quickly as it emerge from between the lovely brunette's folds before being pushed back in through the folds of another woman. "Please be gentle," Sonia feigned innocence. The 18-year-old had Samuel thinking about Emily, whom he had grown accustomed to treating as his own daughter by now. The thought had him wonder why he had volunteered to give up his roles as Claire and Emily Pearson just so he could help a fellow former death-row escapee. Deep down, the African-American knew he had also grown attached to the group of escapees as much as he had to the Pearsons. Nevertheless, the former bank loan officer had vowed to do whatever it takes to make it back alive, and seep back into the role of Mrs. Pearson. After all, he had yet to give up on Helen Kim as well. "Hello?! Are you still there?" Sonia's voice jolted Samuel from his thoughts. "When I said gentle, I didn't mean stationary you know," the teenager added. "Sorry... I guess I've some making up to do," the false Gilma said before beginning to swing her hips. With plenty of experience of ways to make a woman Sonia's age feel good, she used her fingers to rub on her clit as she pummelled her with her black cock. The young lady was moaning in delight as she groped at her own perky tits. Halfway through, Sonia felt something slapping against her face. Lifting her eyelids, she saw a couple more cocks were nudging against her face. With such frantic actions going on, it was hard to tell whose cocks these belongs to. However, if she could somehow look pass their breasts, she would be abled to tell that Yulia and Berrien had just whipped out their very own manhood as well - joining the number of 'shemales' already present in the orgy. "I hope you don't mind getting it wet for us," Yulia said. "Yeah, show us how you can multi-task like mommy while we wait for the sisters to get ready," Berrien added in. They were indeed waiting for Dinara and Daria to push their dicks back into its hiding place before allowing the eldest Vladivostok girl and her supermodel friend the opportunity to pitch. And gladly they did, as they were into their strides in no time - which was rather amazing considering the age of the men hidden underneath their live-skins. They had even managed to switch partners mid-course before the quartet ended up with Yulia and Berrien ejaculated into the rectum of their respective lovers. "If you tell me that we'll be screwing around with these lovely bodies before the Russians finally send us back to our maker, I'll have absolutely no regrets," the former Pablo said. "Yeah, that'll be the last thing on my mind though. I'm gonna enjoy this as much as I can," the hijacked Yulia agreed as she laid wasted besides her younger sisters. "Unlike you people, I have plans to live for as long as the AER allows. I've plans to change from one live-skin to another if the current ones got old enough to die of aging or of some incurable diseases. So, the Russians can go kiss their own asses once we got Chico out," Rocky in the guise of the girls' stepmother said. Dr. Smith admired the former mafia big hitter's optimism. That was what he had come to like about his personality. However, the former Professor of psychology found it hard not to be worried of what they would be up against. ** Fast forward to the here and now, the Vladivostoks had just landed in what was supposed to be their homeland. It was still early morning, but the airport on the outskirts of Moscow was already bustling with locals and international patrons going about their businesses as usual. Kiran was surprised that their luggage and belongings had already been loaded into a truck parked behind a large van specifically arranged for the family. The driver, who had greeted the Vladivostoks with a placard at the arrival gate, was a rather quiet man as he patiently held the door for the members and friends of the sizable family before gently shutting the door and taking his spot on the driver's seat. From Kiran's memory, Dr. Smith could see that this was sort of an expected treatment for someone valuable to the Kremlin party. The rest of his family couldn't help but be impressed by such hospitality and privileges for a returning diplomat. "I wonder if our country does the same to our men in service," Yulia whispered. Kiran glared from the front row of seats, obviously not appreciating any conversation that would give away their covers. The former middle- aged mob instantly fell silent, not without uncrossing his gorgeous long legs and parted them intentionally to give his papa a glimpse of her white panties. The CIA's Operation As the convoy of 11-seater passenger carrier and a box truck labelled 'We Help You Move' in Russian, steered away from the airport, a group of young nuns managed to hire a cab just in time to tail the diplomat and his family. "Don't lose them," the blonde nun in her late 20s instructed before handing over the extra tip to the cab driver. The two other nuns - also in their 20s - were not at all surprised by their fellow nun's fluency in Russian. Instead, they questioned their leader's motivation to abandon the CIA's original mission which was to infiltrate the Roman Cathedral. Apart from their traditional habit complete with black cowl over a piece of white veil, there were thankful for the cardigan they had all brought along. The sheer black pantyhose which was part of their uniform helped maintained their body heat as well, especially through the blistering cold of the Moscow winter. Agent Alan Gibbs was cursing under his breath for Kingston's sudden unpredictability. His bewilderment of being abled to experience physical normality with Sister Fiona's five-foot three slender build was starting to wane. This would be his first disguise as someone twice his height, thanks to the CIA's very own Sarah Patterson - chief scientist of the intelligence department - who came up with something even creepier than her predecessor's AER. "Keep your calm Sister Fiona. I'm sure that Sister Madeline is just following God's will," Agent Tom Parker, fully in-sync with Sister Poppy's character. Parker was again enjoying every minute of his time as a woman, just like how he had been living every second of his previous mission as Helen Kim. Agent Gibbs had always known that his partner was probably born to do this, while he, on the other hand, was there to keep his partner in check of reality - of who they really were and what was their objective. The little man had always thought of himself as a babysitter - and now, he had to babysit one other 'passionate' agent. "God damn it!" Sister Madeline cursed. They had barely missed the green light as the boom gate descended and a train crossed in front of their cab. The Vladivostoks were no longer in their sight once they were cleared to go. "Now, now... Let us all embraced thy challenges, and may God give us the strength to overcome all adversities," Sister Poppy said to no effect at all on Agent Kingston. Kasparov's Plan PSI Headquarters, Moscow. Major Kasparov was startled by the intrusion to the privacy of his office room. It was the new kid who had just joined his division. Pavlov was a 22-year-old eager-to-learn kind of newbie, and his enthusiasm had not been appreciated by his boss this time around. If there was one weakness to this otherwise fine young recruit, it would have to be his overzealous demeanour. Young men these days, Kasparov thought. "I'd be happy if you don't mind knocking each time before you show me that green face of yours, comrade Pavlov," Kasparov said with obvious irritation in his baritone. "My apologies, Major. But I have something you might be glad to know," Pavlov said as if the news he was bringing would make up for his lack of manners. "What is it?" "They've arrived. The Vladivostoks." Major Kasparov contemplated this piece of information for a moment before giving his orders. The young recruit was more than happy to execute his superior's demand as he back out of the office - this time, respectfully closing the door before leaving. Kasparov's stepdaughter, Elena was grinning under his desk from what she had heard before she resumed wrapping her lips around her stepfather's cock. The piece of news had added to the excitement she was already feeling as she took in Kasparov's meat until it was halfway down her throat. During his time spent in the body of the former beauty pageant, Professor Hankav Riehl had mastered the art of using Elena's throat to massage the penile glans. He had done so, with plenty of success, when he fellated Elena's boyfriend and a few other men he had met along the way. "Oooh, that feels SOOO good, Elena," Kasparov said, preferring to call the professor by the name of his disguise for obvious reasons. Then, the teasing ensued as 'Elena' pull his cock out to the point that only his head was still engulfed. It stayed there for a good few seconds - plenty of time for Elena to use her tongue expertly. She flicked her warm and moist taste-bud against Kasparov's orifice before the twirling continued to the rest of the glans. And, without any forewarning, the 20-year-old bobbed her head down the whole length until it was back among the muscles of her throat. The process was repeated a dozen more times until she felt the tightening of Kasparov's sacs. That was when she pulled his cock completely out - letting it stand without any form of stimulation. "Fuck... Please, please my sweet, SWEET beautiful Elena... Please don't stop..." Elena smirked at her masterful skill - the art of fellatio - where men begged and showered her with compliments, promising that they would be at her disposal just so she would let them cum. Instead of moving towards her stepfather's penis, her well-manicured fingers travelled down to between her legs. Under her hiked-up pencil skirt, she began to stroke at her clit through her silk panties. She could literally feel the wet spot grow while savouring the weakness of men - the gender which was once part of her identity and still would be if she'd take off her current skin. "Tell me, papa... What are you going to do this little family?" Major Kasparov told her everything, with no option of leaving out even a single detail. Elena duly rewarded the Kremlin veteran when she returned to wrapping her lips around his throbbing erection - deep- throating him with increased vigour. The dam inevitably burst, as he erupted within his stepdaughter - shooting loads after loads of warm semen down her throat. Elena didn't even flinch as she swallowed as much as the 51-year-old had to offer. Once his 'tank' had been emptied, the attractive blonde made her way out from under his desk. After which, she was sure to make herself presentable again. Before swaying her hips sensually out of the Major's private office, she leaned in to give his cheek a cute little peck - leaving her freshly applied lipstick stain behind. Kasparov pulled up his zipper, lit up a cigarette before leaning back and enjoying the view of his stepdaughter's perky little derriere swinging elegantly away from him. Things were certainly looking up for him. The Vladivostoks would be his stepping stone for something even bigger. The Leap Paris, France It was supposed to be a dare for 33-year-old Joshua Lebeuf. He had attended a seminar on the topic of Sex and Healing: A Therapy by the world-renowned physician and sexual therapist - Dr. Sophie Lenoir - as an acceptance to his wife's challenge. His wife had been complaining about his lack of interest in their bedroom activities recently, and hence, had argued that his lack of motivation could be due to more than his hectic life as a physician practicing in his own clinic in the outskirts of the metropolitan. Despite being a fellow physician, Joshua was never a fan of Dr. Lenoir's peculiar little subspecialty. To him, it was a relatively new field in the broad spectrum of medical studies, and the fact that it also incorporated heavily into the vague field of psychology made him doubt its efficacy in making any ordinary human any healthier than watching what they ate and making sure they exercise. His doubts on how having sex in the correct manner would trump the need for medicine in order to cure a disease remained - until this very day. Dr. Lenoir was an exceptionally attractive woman. It was probably demeaning for Joshua to think that her good looks was an appropriate fit for the subject that she was currently teaching. To be fair, he didn't think the seminar would had this much of a pull if the so-called sex expert was a 70-year-old kyphotic man. After her talk on 'Towards Sustainable Intimacy without Pills' had ended, Joshua began to build more interest. The topic did strike a cord with him - having been hiding his battle with early stage erectile dysfunction from his spouse for the past few months. From medical point of view, he knew it was possible even for someone his age; but, it was still somewhat embarrassing to open up to his wife at the time. Seeing a urologist was out of the question either, not with the vast network of doctor friends his wife knew. If anything, Macie would have to learn the truth from himself, rather than one of her doctor friends. The post seminar refreshments was a good opportunity for Joshua to approach Dr. Lenoir to enquire more about her view - as indirectly as possible - regarding his little condition. In fact, she was just a few feet away, surrounded by a collective of fellow practitioners and psychologists alike. Unsurprisingly, most of them were men. "Excuse me, Dr. Lebeuf?" Joshua was startled by the suddenness of the question. He was even more taken aback by the fact that Dr. Lenoir had put on hold her conversion with the circle of respectable men when she spotted him approaching. How in the world had she known his name? "Err... Er Hmmm... Ye-yesss, that's me," Joshua acknowledged before awkwardly reminded himself he had yet to extend his hand for a proper introduction. He noticed Dr. Lenoir's bemusement at his delayed reaction and overall awkwardness. His only wish was that the crimson redness on his cheeks which he could overwhelmingly feel wouldn't be as apparent. "Dr. Lenoir... It's an honour. I must say, your knowledge in... the field, is very impressive," Joshua said, feeling the smoothness of her skin as they shook hands. It was probably his imagination but, he swore he could literally feel the burning glare from all the men in the room as he seemed to have stolen Dr. Lenoir away from them. "Do excuse me, gentlemen. Dr. Lebeuf here is an old friend. We have plenty of catching up to do, don't we... Joshua," Dr. Lenoir said. Joshua had no idea what was going on - all he wanted to do then was to get out of the imaginary hostility he was feeling. There would be no doubt many of those present were envious of the privilege he had been unexpectedly afforded. All he could do then, was just played along to Dr. Lenoir's little ruse, whatever her reason was. He followed her to the least crowded area she could find before settling in to properly introduce herself. "Dr. Sophie Lenoir. I'd be very happy if you'd just call me Sophie. And I'm sorry that I had to use you to get out of there. As you might have seen, those men were hitting on me hard," the lovely brunette explained. "Oh, I see. A pleasure to meet you, Dr... I mean, Sophie. But, how did you..." Joshua was about to ask before he was interrupted. "Your name? I knew Macie. She was the one who told me of your little problem," Dr. Lenoir said. Joshua was shocked to say the least. Firstly, Macie had never mentioned that she knew Dr. Lenoir. All along, he thought that this was just a dare. He had not expected Macie, who worked as a nurse, to know about his embarrassing condition - much less, shared it with someone else. He was unsure whether he should be furious or relieved. Now that the beans had been spilled, and that he had a burden lifted off his shoulders, he should probably be leaning towards the latter. Besides, setting him up with the sex therapist was probably another way for him to seek help - other than exposing his problem to a urologist friend. "The crowd is filing out, and my legs hurts from all the hours standing on stage. I need a drink. Care to join me, Joshua?" Sophie asked. He didn't know what to expect any longer. Her class and intelligence along with her charming persona on stage was put to good use on him. It would be just a drink. Besides, Macie knew about this. "I can speak to you more about the frustrations of medical treatment of ED while we're at it," Sophie added. That sealed the deal for Joshua as they both made their way from the hotel's conference hall to a bar located right next to the lobby. The 33 year-old married man and the lovely 35 year-old therapist had certainly hit it right off the bat as they could be seen talking and laughing - getting to know a lot more than the origin of Karma Sutra and how the topic of sex had been avoided at every opportunity due to social stigmata which had hindered its potential as a form of cure to not only physical ailments but the social ones as well. "The techniques has to be emphasized. And don't get me started on the supplementary accessories," Sophie said, sounding a tad tipsy. "Sex toys," Joshua blurted out, equally as intoxicated himself as they both chuckled at his forwardness. A couple of drinks later, the company of two were in a suite on the 16th floor which Sophie's sponsor had booked for her in preparation for the seminar. Joshua was probing her mouth eagerly with his tongue while lifting up her skirt to stroke at her nether region through the fabric of her panties. With a wet spot there to begin with, he was glad to find that his stimulation had effectively been expanding it. She cooed as he withdrew from her lips to plant hickeys on her neck - all the while with her pinned at the door. Subsequently, he carried her over to the bed - holding her with her derriere while she wrapped her legs around his hips. Joshua literally threw the insatiable lady onto the bed as he worked on stripping out of his formal attire. Though not working as often as he used to, the young doctor still appeared fit thanks to his regular game of neighborhood basketball on the community court next to his apartment. Sophie, who had only discarded her white blazer and white 3- inch pumps, was still dressed in her black sleeveless blouse, elegant white pencil skirt and sheer black thigh-highs - managed to bring her knees together in a natural attempt to preserve her modesty. The view of Joshua impressive manhood threatened to ruin her decorum as she swiftly propped herself up from the bed before moving towards her prize. There was barely any hesitation or any thoughts of him being a married man as she wrapped her lips around his head. While she was alternating between sucking and lashing her tongue on his cock, Sophie was grateful for her trimmed nails as she could easily removed the buttons of her blouse. Her bountiful busts were apparent despite it still within the confinement of her white embroidery-filled brassiere. The front hook made it simple enough for her to remove the lingerie as she groped her breasts briefly - as if to make sure that the assets were hers - before pushing them against Joshua's erection. "Damn! You're amazing!" the married man cried, not that he would expect anything less from someone who had studied about these things. It did not take long at all for him to shoot his load into her mouth as her timing was impeccable. Just as he was about to ejaculate, Sophie boldly took his cock all the way down her throat - allowing her muscles to massage his head as he released all the pent-up tension. "I'm sorry... I mean, I should've done more on my part," Joshua said as he sat by the edge of the bed while trying to catch his breath. "You still could, cause I'm not done with you yet," Sophie said before pulling her man on top of her and shared the remnant of his own cum with him through a passionate mouth-to-mouth. Joshua was surprised with his own acceptance to the taste of his own semen as he rolled over to be back on top of the lovely woman. He proceeded downwards to suck and played with her perfect tits before moving further and further south. Reaching behind her, he found the fastener to her skirt - released it before pulling down her zipper. Along with her white lacy thong, she stripped off her last remaining clothing safe for her black stockings. Her pussy beckoned for him to dive in as he admired her puffy folds. She must had been rubbing herself while he deep-throated her earlier. "What are you waiting for, Romeo?" Sophie teased as she was fondling her own mammaries. Without any further prompting, he buried his face between her stockinged legs as he utilized all the tricks he had learned when eating his wife, albeit that being a long time ago. "Hmmm... For someone who had not screw his wife for a while now, you're doing pretty good," Sophie moaned further encouraging him to stimulate her most sensitive spot. Joshua could feel her thighs coming together as she groaned to probably her first orgasm of the night. There was a peculiar squirt of white liquid which felt very similar to men's cum - on his face. Just as he was about to back off from her pussy, thinking that if he had held his load, they would have been abled to more than oral sex. To his surprise, he found himself already fully prepared for the next step. He had clearly underestimated himself. "Come on big boy... Don't make me beg for everything," Sophie pleaded. She was at his mercy as he lined his 7-inch hard as a rock cock up for the grand entrance. With a forward movement of his hips, Sophie's moan with a mixture of delight and pain as he felt the warmth, the moisture and the tightness he had not felt for quite a while. Boy, did he miss these feelings as he pulled out slowly once he was balls deep. Leaving with only his head inside, he admire Sophie's bewildered expression as he gently pushed back in. The word 'gently' gradually evaporated as the intensity of his movements increased. "That's right... Fuck me... Fuck me harder! YES! THAT'S IT! YESSS!!!" The noises of bodies slapping against each other became more furious and rapid. Joshua could sense himself getting closer and closer. When he felt that it's time, he felt obligated to pull his cock - not wanting any unplanned consequences. "Don't... It's safe... Trust me," Sophie said as she wrapped her legs around his lower body. With the assurance, his cock erupted within her. Voluminous warm cum flooded Sophie's womb as he gave it a few more pumps before withdrawing his penis completely. He had only managed to flop onto the bed right next to his lover briefly when the door to their suite swung open. To Joshua's absolute horror, Macie Lebeuf - his wife of 8 years - strode angrily into the room. She had probably just gotten off her shift judging by the attire of green scrubs she was wearing. Some of her friends must have tipped her off while she was still working. Having no time to change, she rushed all the way here - running a couple of red lights along the way. Joshua quickly looked for anything to cover the little bit of dignity he had left. In the end he used the bed sheets to cover his exposed body while trying to conjure up an explanation that would save his marriage. "Macie! I can explain!" he said despite the fact that he had no idea what he was going to say. When he looked over to Sophie, as if to seek help, he was appalled to see her amusement at his seemingly unsalvageable situation. He was on his own now. "Start. Talking." Macie demanded with steel in her tone. "We're drinking... Probably a shot or two too much... And, and... But this means nothing, Macie. You're the only one that I love," Sophie giggled to the clich? of his so-called explanation. Macie was looking like a time-bomb which would explode at any moment. However, she had kept her calm rather admirably well. "So, now I know why you've been too tired for sex," Macie said. Stream of tears flowing down her cheeks as she turned around and headed back to the door. Joshua guessed that was the end of his relationship with Macie. She was heading back to their apartment, packing up all his things and leaving them out on the walkway before calling her lawyers to initiate divorce proceedings. Except that she did not. Instead, she was heading back to the door to shut it and making sure it was locked. Then, the 31-year-old nurse returned to the scene of the crime. Joshua could still see the streams of tears on her flushed cheeks. However, her expression had shifted significantly. She was now grinning. Joshua had recognized that smile. It was the exact same grin when she was about to reveal to him the surprise birthday bash she had planned for him weeks ahead. Surely this could not have been some kind of prank or another surprise. He had actually fucked another woman. He had cheated on Macie. "How did I do prof?! Not bad eh!" Macie asked Sophie. Prof? Joshua had not heard anyone addressing Dr. Lenoir with that title before. He was dumbfounded. "Not bad. Though, most of the work had been done by the live-skin. Still, I have to commend you for your commitment to the role-playing aspect of our little game," Sophie said while she gradually returning to rubbing herself again. Macie was in the mood too, apparently, as she lifted her green top up and over her head to reveal her plain pink brassiere. The pair of C- cups held onto her breasts fittingly as she reached behind her to release the lingerie's clasp. Her nipples were already erect as she never stop gleaming at Joshua, who was still rooted to the bed and holding on to the covers - utterly dumbfounded. He saw his wife leaned down casually to 'French' Sophie while removing her uniform bottom. Joshua was speechless as Macie straddled over the woman he was just starting an affair with, before tugging aside the front of her black cotton panties. "Wh... What's going on here... Why...?" Joshua finally managed to ask. "I figure it'll be easier to show you," Macie said as she slid up Dr. Lenoir's body. Sophie needed no prompting as she lifted her head slightly to lick on the nurse's pussy. So, he was not the only person who had started an affair with the sex therapist, Joshua thought. "Hmmm... Dr. Lenoir, you always know my weak spot," Macie moaned. Joshua still had not move a muscle as he was consumed by confusion. It was going to get even more confusing though, as the grunting from his wife was immediately followed by something dark and elongated emerging from Sophie's mouth. Or was it from his wife's pussy and snaking its way into the doctor's mouth? Joshua would soon find out. It was appearing more and more like a cock belonging to a black individual and it was protruding from between his blonde wife's folds. Macie was basking in the sensation as she moved her hips back and forth - fucking Dr. Lenoir in the mouth. His wife's black man's cock was growing in length all the time even as she was still down Sophie's throat. "You'd testify to how good this feel won't you," Macie said as she slowly pull her incongruity out of the sex expert's oral cavity. Joshua thought that her cock not only had length but girth as well as she scooched back down her lover's body. Dr. Lenoir was at his wife's mercy as she lined her cock up for the main course. Instead of going for the 'main door', Macie lifted her woman's legs up before pushing her well-lubricated head past the tightness of her anus. With her size, the nurse was considerate enough to go slow before slowly picking up her pace. To make both of them more comfortable, Macie had placed a pillow under Sophie's pelvis. That way, she could free up one of her hands from holding up the lady physician's leg and instead used it to stroke at her pussy. Joshua still had not move an inch, but his cock was already back to building a mini tent under the covers without him being aware of it. Amid all the confusion, he had somehow stopped himself from questioning the sexual ambiguity of his wife any longer. Macie had in fact been acting a little odd for the past couple of weeks, but he had shrugged it off as a result of his own reluctance of bedroom activities. "You like it in the ass don't you, doctor?" his wife taunted as she slapped her hips furiously against Dr. Lenoir's firm behind. At the same time, the off-duty nurse had moved on from stroking at Sophie's clit to inserting her dainty digits into her soaking wet vagina - one finger at a time. She had all of them inside rather swiftly as even then, she decided to probe even deeper. When she was as far as wrist-deep, Macie withdrew slowly - pulling out another penis, along with a pair of testicles. In contrast with her own, Sophie's appeared significantly fairer in complexion amid being inferior in terms of both length and thickness. It also seemed to have seen its fair bit of action during its earlier days. So, it wasn't just his wife, Joshua thought as Dr. Lenoir was squealing and moaning due to the simultaneous sensation of pain and pleasure she was experiencing. After bringing her to full erection thanks to Macie's incessant pumping, the nurse brought her fellow 'dickgirl' over the edge. Sophie shot her load onto her own belly as her cock continued to pulsate with each squirt of cum. Not long after, she felt her rectum filled up with Macie's warm seeds as they both emptied their own sacs. The woman who Joshua had known for most of his adult life bent down to lap up Sophie's cum before moving up to share them with its owner in another sensual kiss. Then, they both turned to look at him - the only person who appeared normal in the room. "Josh honey, I know you're totally into this kind of stuffs. You should've done a better job at hiding your trace if you're into content of men-turning-into-women, men-possessing-women and most importantly, men-wearing-women-bodysuit," Macie said as she got off the same bed he had stayed unmoving for the whole duration of a couple 'women' performing unusual intercourse - the type he had secretly fantasized about. "Captions, stories and even comics... I found an extensive collection on your laptop. Is that why we haven't had sex, honey?" Macie added as she reached for something behind her neck. "Fear not, though. I think, you'll like what I'm going to show you," his wife's face deformed almost immediately by the end of that sentence. Joshua could not possibly believe his eyes. His fantasy transpiring right in front of him - at the expense of his wife. That explained why she had not bother pushing her cock back into its hiding place. She was revealing the man who had been wearing her for God-knows-how-long. He would get his answer soon as he witnessed a rather well-built black man emerged from the bodysuit of his wife. There was so many questions he had for this mustached stranger. How long had he been wearing Macie? What happened to the real Macie? Was there ever a real Macie Houvre Lebeuf to begin with? How could all these be real? The man had the deepest baritone Joshua had ever heard when he answered some of his questions. In spite of appearances, he was on the 'soft' side and had similarly unique interests as himself. "I used to be a patient at your wife's hospital. And I knew I had to be her when Dr. Lenoir gave me time to decide which woman I'd wanted to become. She's intelligent, commanding and most importantly, a nurse. I had always wanted to become a nurse since I was little," the man who had introduced himself as Patrice Solomon said. "Don't you feel for the lost of your wife? I mean, your real wife. The one whom you'd walk down the aisle with?" Sophie asked as she was pulling on her panties. Her penis had already been tucked away earlier. Joshua stared down at his groin. His throbbing erection should had been an adequate answer to Dr. Lenoir's question. If that had made him the worst person alive, he would have to pay his due when his time comes. For now, there was a few more things he needed to find out. "Why are you doing this? I mean, why me? You could have easily kept this under wraps," the brazen 33-year-old asked. "Because you're the kind of people we're looking for. From what Patrice has discovered unintentionally on your laptop, I believe we have a lot in common. Besides, you're only one of the many we needed to build an 'army of regulators' to make sure that the usage of my invention doesn't get out of hand," Dr. Sophie said as she was finishing buttoning her blouse and pulling up her skirt. When the lady physician was done putting on her professional attire, she gathered up her purse before swaying her hips sensually towards the door. While she was getting dressed, Joshua was trying to untangle the web of information he had just been exposed to. It was certainly overwhelming. However, it was also very exciting. This would be the only chance for him to choose between living out his fantasy, his wildest dreams, or going back to his boring routines. He wasn't even sure if he was going to be allowed to return to his old life now with this revelation. "Choose wisely, Mr. Lebeuf," Sophie said before disappearing behind the closing door. Joshua did. When he looked over to his 'wife', she was not there anymore. Patrice Solomon stood naked as he lifted the hollow skin of Macie Lebeuf to her husband's direction. "Mind wearing her for me? I know she's your woman, but I've been dying to know what it's like to fuck her," the black Frenchman said. Joshua couldn't stop smiling. The Good Life As the large estate came into view, Gina Vladivostok's heart fluttered. The former Rocky Wallansky wasn't sure if it's the natural reaction of the live-skin he was wearing as the mansion, while it was definitely big, it was still not as palatial as the Wilson's residence in Texas. He could also hear the excitement from the 'girls' seated behind him as their van steered into the gated compound of the isolated property. The isolation was necessary in order to keep the luxuriant lifestyle of a high-ranking government official away from the knowledge of the general public. Taking good care of its own, did not mean that the party had to suffer in terms of reputation especially when the general election was barely a year away. And keeping important team players happy had been deemed to be equally as important to safeguard their loyalty. Rows of oak trees on each side of the driveway leading to the white multi-level building reminded Rocky a lot about the Wilsons 61-million- dollar home back in the states. Prior to stopping at the steps to the main entrance, the false Gina noticed several army jeeps parked around the sizeable water fountain. Were they used to ship in the housing staffs and the maids? Gina asked in silence. "What is the meaning of this?" Kiran questioned, immediately sensing something was wrong. A group of burly men in military attire was taking a puff of their cigarettes while waiting for the arrival of the family. The driver pulled up right next to these men which appeared more like mercenary than soldiers. "Get out," the driver ordered with a pistol pointing at Kiran and his family. More firearms were directed at them as the horrified group of family and their friends stepped out of the vehicle. Some of the military personnel still had a cigarette hanging by the edge of their lips as they directed the Vladivostoks into the mansion. "I demand an explanation!" Kiran insisted boldly only to receive a blow from the butt of an AK-47 to his face. Blood instantly streaming from his nostrils. "Nooo!" Gina screamed before attending to her husband. "Careful with the package, comrade. Slavic will be wearing him later," one of the men said. "Move!!" another one ordered as Gina helped her husband up the steps and through the door of the mansion. Some of her girls had already started sobbing. Gina shifted her gaze to Dinara, hoping to see if the former Adrian Torres had any solution to their current predicament. Unfortunately, he was too busy consoling the crying Daria. As his former boss, Gina somehow knew that the former assassin was merely putting on an act while his mind was actively measuring the situation. One thing was clear - they were very clearly outnumbered. And what about the man's earlier statement of his friend wearing Kiran? Have they been found out already? As soon as that thought crept up, Gina turned her attention to her daughter, Sonia. The former Igor Kolarov appeared calm and cold. "You son of a..." Gina yelled uncharacteristically at her daughter. To be continued...