Sherationalized it was only natural after months of talking that way all thetime. She wondered if he would ever sound like a man again. Her thoughts...were interrupted when he went on."Ellen, I've accepted my lot in life as a lowly chamber maid. I havesettled into the rhythms of being a domestic in a rundown motel. Like theother illegal aliens, I work with, I am in constant fear of a raid by thegovernment. Seeing as how I have no identification; I have no idea whereI would end up. It has. I’d ask what Ramon was involved in, but I’m sure I don’t want to know.”“Drugs.”“He shot me without a second thought.”“What’d he tell you he did for a living?”“He’s a manager at INSITE, they make vitamins and weightlifting supplements.”“INSITE’s a front for a one of the Central American cartels. They move their product up through the Caribbean, distribute it along the East coast. You had to know he wasn’t just an office worker.”Cindy looked away embarrassed. “I thought, you know, he kind of. "Hello? Hello?" she asked the darkness. "It can still talk?" "We haven't done the vocal cord operation yet." She felt hands smearing some kind of cool ointment or jelly on her belly. She trembled listening to them talk. "What's the holdup?" "Nobody really wants her." She felt something slipping up into her pussy then heard a machine turn on. She felt suction and realized from the slurping sounds that they were using a Shop Vac to clean the cum out of her pussy. "Look at her. Is that a body you. You know what I mean." Mark--" Mark shouldn't be told. Men don't understand about such things, Desirée, and might do something rash." She shook her head. "No, best to let things lie as they are. You still love your husband, I'm sure, and while it's been a mental shock, it hasn't hurt you physically. You can respond to your husband and his love just as well as before, and of course, that's what counts in situations such as these." You... you really think so?" Trust me, Desirée,".