Cartel Carrie (Epilogue)

Five years had passed. Through surgery, Carrie had the huge tits, the big ass, and plump lips of a proper housewife in the Latin America. She had a snake tattooed on one thigh, a skull on her hip, and the Mexican flag above her husband's name.

She'd been well bred, three in five years. They only spoke Spanish in her household now, and she was a proper Cartel wife. She counseled Diego in business affairs, with the stated goal of retiring to some nameless island in five years, so that Carrie could finish creating her brood. It was a difficult path, and it was still a difficult life. She felt they were always being hunted. But all of her belief, all of her hopes, and her body, was in the clutches of one man -- her captor, her tormentor, her lover, and now her husband.