【The Detective's Wife Rescuing the Chief】(Part 2)

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Back home.
Using the computer to access the USB drive, I found a video, seemingly secretly filmed. In the video, Old Zhou
was chatting happily with a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. At the end, the man gave Old Zhou a manila envelope containing
a thick wad of cash.
My wife said, "The bureau chief has been secretly investigating Old Zhou's bribery case. The reason he hasn't made the case public
and let others know is because of Old Zhou's status and because Old Zhou was his classmate
. But he didn't expect Old Zhou to hear about it from somewhere, know the bureau chief was investigating him, and then preemptively betray
the bureau chief. This evidence was obtained just before the bureau chief was taken away that day. If Old Zhou hadn't come to
arrest the bureau chief that day, he would definitely be arrested by now. Unfortunately, the bureau chief was a step too slow and was framed by Old Zhou
first."
"No wonder the chief seemed hesitant that day, like there was something he couldn't tell us,"
my wife nodded. "If it were me, I wouldn't have dared to hand over the USB drive to Lao Zhou either. First, we
don't know the details of the case, and second, if Lao Zhou suspects anything, he'll definitely try to destroy the evidence
and send us all to jail."
I said, "But he didn't expect we'd voluntarily go to jail."
My wife smiled and said, "A woman going to a men's jail."
"Ding-dong." The doorbell rang.
I glanced at the wall clock; it was past 8. I wondered, "Who could it be so late?"
My wife shook her head, indicating she didn't know either.
Opening the door, the person at the door startled me.
"Oh, you're home," Jianxiong said, peeking into the house and spotting his wife.
A wicked grin spread across his face. "Officer Shiyun's here too, great."
Jianxiong still had that annoying blond hair, looking every bit the delinquent. Behind him were
four young men of similar age, all dressed in a sleazy style, looking at people with sidelong glances that made you
uncomfortable.
Before I could invite him in, Jianxiong stepped onto my floor without even taking off his shoes,
and the four young men followed him into the house.
Jianxiong entered the living room, looked around at the interior, then sprawled on the sofa, legs crossed, and said, "Not bad,
not bad."
I was about to explode when my wife quickly gave me a wink, signaling me not to make any rash moves.
My wife brewed hot tea in the kitchen and handed it to them one by one. Then, feigning politeness, she asked Jianxiong,
"How did you find this place?"
Jianxiong replied, "I saw your files at the police station and knew you lived here, so I came to visit. What,
aren't you welcome?"
My wife said, "Welcome, of course you're welcome. It's just a bit late today. How about tomorrow? Tomorrow,
Lao Yang and I will treat you to dinner."
I thought to myself, "Once Lao Zhou's criminal record is published tomorrow, I'll let you and your son have a reunion dinner in jail
.
" Jianxiong said, "Is it too late now? I think this is perfect." As he spoke, he glanced at his companions beside him
, and they all let out lewd laughter.
My wife's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
At that moment, Jianxiong pulled out his phone, scrolled through it a couple of times, and handed it to his wife. The photos were
taken in prison; his wife was naked, sandwiched between three men. One man was fucking her vagina
, another was penetrating her anus, and yet another had his penis in her mouth. His wife's expression was one of lewdness,
like a bitch consumed by lust.
My wife and I were both shocked. Had our trip to prison been discovered?
Even as my wife and I tried to remain calm, our expressions turned grim. We overheard the blond-haired man
say to my wife, "I didn't expect your desires to be so strong. Being disciplined by my dad from Monday to Friday wasn't enough; you even sneak
off to the prison to find men on the weekend."
My wife asked, "Where did you get the photo?"
Jianxiong pointed unabashedly to someone next to him and said, "This guy just got out today and brought me
this photo. It's a really nice gift. Of course, I can also tell you that he took the photo using
a phone I got him through connections. It didn't have a SIM card, so it just had some porn stored on it. Prison is tough..." "This is to ease the burning desire,
but if I had known Officer Shiyun would go to the prison to comfort everyone, why would I have bothered sending my brother a phone? Right?"
Fortunately, judging from Jianxiong's words, he probably didn't know that his wife went to the prison to see the bureau chief. His wife seemed to have thought of
this as well. To better cover it up, she smiled awkwardly and said, "This is also
a kind of hobby of mine and my husband. We like to play around with this kind of fun and seek excitement."
Jianxiong got excited as soon as he heard this and said, "Okay, since you like it, let's start now."
As night fell, the clock on the wall passed ten o'clock. I sat in the living room, smoking one pack after another.
In the bedroom, under my wife's wedding photo, on the large bed that should have been just for the two of us, Jianxiong and five other
men were naked, surrounding my wife, who was also naked except for a pair of flesh-colored stockings.
"No more?? No more?? It's almost time??" The wife, being ridden by two men, seemed to be reaching her
climax. Just then, the two men pulled out their penises, and "plop!" two streams of vaginal fluid, one large and one small,
gushed from her two open orifices.
Before she could even catch her breath, they thrust their penises into her anus and vagina respectively. The wife's hands
were still manipulating the two penises, her tongue licking the glans, occasionally taking them into her
mouth, licking along the grooves of the glans to the testicles, and then sucking on them, swirling them in her mouth. The men were thoroughly
enjoying themselves.
Jianxiong grabbed his wife's hair and said, "Do you remember when I wanted to send you to be a prostitute?"
His wife, her eyes glazed with tears, said, "I remember? I remember??" At the same time, her body bounced up and down with the rhythm of the men's thrusts,
moaning softly.
Jianxiong slapped his wife across the face, asking, "Was it good?" His wife immediately replied,
"Good?? So good??" At the same time, she stuck out her tongue and licked the fingers of the hand that had just slapped her
, then closed her eyes, fully enjoying the pleasure emanating from her vagina and anus.
The two men ejaculated into his wife's tender vagina and anus one after the other. Then, one of them
lifted his wife up like a child being potty trained. Her genitals were wet and sticky, glistening with
vaginal fluid and bodily fluids, a large drop of semen slowly dripping from her wide-open vaginal opening.
Jianxiong reached out a hand and thrust it into his wife's vagina with a "plop." Because of the lubrication from the semen and vaginal fluids,
and because his wife had been fucked for so long, Jianxiong's hand encountered almost no resistance and easily entered her vagina,
his fist reaching her wrist, stretching her labia outwards in an exaggerated manner.
Jianxiong's hand swirled and prodded inside his wife's vagina, causing her body to convulse intermittently
. Her chest would sometimes thrust high, her buttocks muscles spasming all the way down to her intestines.
Her two flesh-colored stockinged feet, suspended in mid-air, were tense and trembling.
Then Jianxiong withdrew his hand from his wife's vagina, revealing her vulva as a
gaping, gaping hole, its sticky folds writhing and her round cervix contracting inwards.
Jianxiong's hand was covered in vaginal fluid, bodily fluids, and semen. He held his hand out to his wife, who immediately
stuck out her tongue, licked up the liquid on his hand, and swallowed it all.
The clock struck 11.
His wife's moans gradually subsided in the room. I figured it was about time; judging from
the groans of pleasure the five men had made earlier, they must have all ejaculated inside her.
"Husband?? Husband??" My wife called from the bedroom doorway. Her face was flushed, as if she
had just come from a sauna. Sweat streamed down her smooth skin, and even her hair, which was draped over her shoulders, seemed
soaked.
Her lower body was a mess; her stockings were covered in various stains and lingering semen
.
I rushed to her side and asked softly with concern, "Are you done?" My wife replied,
"Do we have any thin plastic rope at home?"
I asked worriedly, "What are you going to do with it?"
My wife said helplessly, "They're taking me out."
Several men, dressed, led my wife to the living room. They all looked like they had taken Viagra, full of
energy.
My wife and I found the plastic rope she wanted at home. We watched as she squeezed her cervix out of her vagina
, tied the rope to the head of her cervix, and then tied the other end to her toes.
Unlike at the police station, this time my wife shortened the rope, keeping her cervix constantly exposed, making it
easy to touch and see it dripping with vaginal fluid and gushing during orgasm.
My wife then took a pair of black, open-crotch pantyhose from the closet, pulled them up from her outstretched toes to her buttocks
, the elastic band around her waist. The smooth pantyhose clung to her curvaceous lower body, looking
incredibly alluring.
Finally, my wife put on a light trench coat and asked Jianxiong, "Is it okay?"
Jianxiong said, "Wait a minute." He then took a dog collar from his bag and put it around
my wife's neck. Next, he took out an anal plug attached to a dog's tail and inserted it into her anus, making her
look exactly like a trained bitch.
It seemed he had decided to turn my wife into his bitch today.
"Come on, take a picture of us," Jianxiong said to me. Then, he and the other men stood next to my wife
, posing. To cooperate and help Jianxiong achieve his satisfaction quickly, my wife lifted
her trench coat with one hand and forcefully pinched her erect nipple with the other, looking like she was in heat, facing my
camera.
"Oh, right, I forgot something," Jianxiong said, his eyes glancing at my wife's police ID on the table. He
picked it up and clipped the clip to one of her nipples.
"Okay, go ahead and take the pictures," Jianxiong said, arranging himself and the others in position. His hand still held
the thin thread tied to his wife's cervix, pulling it outwards in a long, fleshy
tail that dangled between Shiyun's legs.
I pointed my phone at them. Shiyun's expression became one of near collapse. Suddenly, she seemed to abandon all restraint
, taking the police badge off her nipple, tearing off
the metal clip, replacing it with a safety pin, and then threading the pin through her nipple, wearing it on her chest.
The men couldn't help but laugh with glee.
My wife was going all out, so how could I sit idly by? Fine, since you want to play, I'll play with you to my heart's content
. I pulled out my already rock-hard penis from my pants, masturbating while taking pictures of them.
The subway, the last train to the suburbs.
The carriage was almost empty, but not completely deserted.
Jianxiong said, "I'm like my dad, I always seek revenge. Where I fall, I get back up.
Do you understand?"
Each word Jianxiong spoke felt like a knife stabbing into my wife and me, but our hearts
were stronger than his knives.
Jianxiong and his wife were about to put on a game on the subway. The play began.
"Stop!" Jianxiong tried to escape, but his wife blocked his way. Instinctively, he tried to shake her off,
but she grabbed his wrist with a grappling hook.
"What are you doing!"
"You're stealing!"
Their argument quickly attracted the attention of surrounding passengers. Curious,
some even got up and sat down nearby, truly watching a show.
Jianxiong yelled, "Why are you arresting me!"
His wife said authoritatively, "I'm a police officer." She really looked like she was arresting Jianxiong as a thief.
Jianxiong retorted, "Why do you say you're a police officer! Do you have a police ID?!"
His wife's expression froze, as if her thoughts had been pulled from her imagination back to reality. Then, her movements
softened noticeably, and she slowly lifted her trench coat, revealing to everyone present her high, firm breasts
and a police ID pinned to her nipples, swaying gently in the bright subway lights.
Those in the subway who were unaware of the situation stared wide-eyed, many with expressions of utter astonishment.
Jianxiong, however, was still acting. He seemed to enjoy his role. He said, "You said I stole something?
What did I steal?"
His wife hesitated for a moment, but had already lost her initial domineering air. In a timid tone, she said,
"The necklace? Give me back my necklace?"
"What?" Jianxiong repeated, as if afraid the others wouldn't hear.
"The necklace?? My necklace."
"I didn't take your necklace, find it yourself."
As if it were pre-arranged, my wife released Jianxiong, then turned to the crowd, slowly opening her
trench coat, slightly bending her knees, spreading her legs, looking down at her lower body, and murmuring, "My
necklace?? It's hidden here??" There, on her cervix, which was overflowing with vaginal fluid, hung perfectly intact the
platinum diamond necklace that my wife had swallowed most of—the one I had specially bought for our wedding anniversary. With
each contraction of her cervix, the necklace shimmered and swayed.
"I'm sorry?? I made a mistake?" my wife said, pinching the small
half of the necklace hanging outside her cervix with her fingers, slowly pulling it out of her uterus. With a "plop," the last
diamond pendant popped out from her dilated cervix. Her cervix contracted and expanded violently, and as her body
trembled, a large gush of clear vaginal fluid spurted out.
"Pervert."
"Slut."
The subway was instantly filled with insults directed at the wife.
A rather slovenly-looking man walked up to her, touched her breast, squeezed it, and
said, "Pretty good at this, how much?" He treated her like a prostitute, then pinched
the police badge on her nipple between his fingers, examining it closely. "Shiyun? XX Police Station? Criminal Investigation Team? Sergeant?
Badge Number? 155863?" He looked at his wife suspiciously, asking a question even he himself
didn't quite believe, "Are you really a policeman?" His wife's trembling voice replied, "Me? Am I
a police dog?
A police dog that likes to be trained?" "
The subway arrived at the final station, and everyone got off the train and walked out of the station.
My wife was raped by three strange men in turn on the train, and Jianxiong took all the money
. Jianxiong took the money and slapped it on my face, saying arrogantly, 'I said I'd make your wife a prostitute, and I'll
make her a prostitute. I always keep my word.' Then, seeing that I seemed unable to suppress
my anger, and fearing I would hit him, he took a step back and squeezed next to his buddies, saying, 'What
? You want to hit me?'
Just then, a pair of gentle hands grasped my clenched, trembling fists. It was Shiyun. Shiyun said,
'Jianxiong, how about we stop here for today? We have to go to the police station early tomorrow morning. If you still want to play, we
can find another time later.' My wife's tone was pleading, and everything she said made sense.
Jianxiong asked his buddies, 'How about we stop here for today?' They had no objections; they had all
come with Jianxiong, and it was clear that he was their leader."
"Let's go." Jianxiong waved to us, but after we hadn't gone far, he suddenly called
us back.
He ran up to us, a handful of crumpled bills in his hand, and said to his wife,
"I forgot to give this to you. This is your commission you earned on the subway today."
This money felt humiliating. I wanted to take the money for my wife, but Jianxiong withdrew his hand, clearly unwilling to give it to me;
he wanted her to take it herself.
My wife understood his meaning, and of course, she knew Jianxiong wouldn't let her off so easily. So she unbuttoned her
coat and brought her genitals up to him. Without a word, Jianxiong pulled the anal plug out of her anus, stuffed all the money
into her rectum, then put the plug back in. He playfully flicked her
clitoris with his finger, and seeing her body tremble in panic, he laughed lewdly.
My wife closed her trench coat, thanked Jianxiong, but he pointed to his shoes, then watched smugly as
she obediently knelt at his feet, her buttocks raised, head bowed in submission, and licked his shoes with her tongue
. Like a real female dog, she wagged her tail, which was inserted into her anus, trying her best to please him.
Finally, Jianxiong and his buddies walked away humming a tune, but my wife remained kneeling on the ground, her head turned
towards the direction Jianxiong had gone. I helped her up and gently said, "Let's go home."
Suddenly, she turned and hugged me, resting her head on my shoulder and sobbing softly. I gently stroked her back,
silently comforting her.
On the way home, I held my wife tightly, and she nestled against me, as if wanting to hide in my arms
and never leave. I secretly vowed that once Jianxiong and Lao Zhou were sent to prison, I would
find someone in prison and torture them to death.
But when my wife and I got home and opened the door, we were completely stunned. Our house had been burgled, and
the USB drive plugged into the laptop was gone along with the laptop itself.
Damn it! I slammed my fist on the table in a fit of rage, knocking a teacup to the floor and shattering it. My mind
was a complete mess.
My wife, still shocked, calmed herself down and said, "Don't panic. Let's see what's missing."
We then ransacked the house. The thief hadn't been able to touch the safe, so they
took everything of value that could be taken from outside.
My wife took a quick shower, and when she came out, I noticed she had shaved her pubic hair. Her plump,
tender vulva looked crystal clear, as if it had been completely renewed, like a beautifully carved piece of pink jade.
There was no sign of the repeated abuse she had suffered over the past two days. Could this be the legendary... woman's dream?
Is this "famous instrument," a treasure hole that can make any man in the world unable to resist, even to the point of exhaustion?
My wife, noticing my constant frown and that I was staring at her vulva, suddenly thrust
her buttocks towards me, parted her labia with one hand in a V-shape, and said playfully, "Superwoman
is ready to eliminate all villains." I couldn't help but laugh.
My wife took a clean set of clothes from the closet and put them on, saying to me, "Let's go to the security room at the property management office and check
the surveillance footage."
I asked my wife with some concern, "Could it be that Old Zhou knows we have evidence against him, so he sent people to
do this? Let his son harass us first, and then seize the opportunity to destroy the evidence?"
My wife said, "That's very unlikely. Judging from Old Zhou's personality, if he knew we had
something on him, he would definitely bring people over personally and take us into custody."
At three in the morning, in the security room, several security guards were smoking and playing cards.
My wife and I went in, and I showed them my police ID, asking them to play tonight's
surveillance footage.
A security guard dragged the video feed, stopping at the moment when we were in the elevator with Jianxiong and his group going downstairs.
Jianxiong and several men were groping his wife, making her unbutton her trench coat in front of the security camera
.
His wife was rubbing her large breasts with both hands, grabbing one breast, bringing the erect nipple to her mouth, and
biting it with her teeth.
Her tender vulva and anus were being constantly probed and dug by Jianxiong and the others' fingers.
Her cervix, bound with plastic rope and exposed outside her vulva, was being rubbed like a penis. Every time his wife's buttock muscles spasmed
and tightened, a gush of vaginal fluid would spurt out, shooting onto the elevator's iron door like ejaculation.
The security guards stared wide-eyed at the video, then looked at his wife in front of the camera, as if to confirm that they hadn't seen it
wrong.
My wife knew what the security guards were thinking. She tried to appear calm and said, "Put the recording back."
The video fast-forwarded and then stopped on a middle-aged man wearing a hat. He was carrying my
silver-gray laptop, and his backpack was bulging as if it were stuffed full.
I immediately took out my phone and snapped a picture of the monitor, thinking, "I'll have Liu Jie find this guy tomorrow;
I'm sure we'll have results soon.
" "Okay, let's go home," I said to my wife.
But she hesitated, then replied with some difficulty, "Maybe... you should go home first."
I was surprised and turned my gaze from the monitor to my wife. I saw her hands on the table; her
short skirt had been lifted up at some point, and her newly changed flesh-colored pantyhose had a large hole torn in it.
A security guard was holding her buttocks, vigorously fucking her recently cleaned, tender vagina.
A security guard with a cigarette dangling from his lips said, "I know you city folks like to play these perverted games, looking for thrills
. Whenever you want, you can come find us for a laugh, we'd love to have you." He exhaled
a puff of cigarette smoke, squinted, and pressed the cigarette butt against his wife's undulating, fleshy buttocks, making
a sizzling sound as the skin burned.
"Ugh!" his wife cried out, her body arching back. The cigarette butt burned even deeper
into her buttocks, and she convulsed from her buttocks down to her toes, even her arms trembling, making
the table she was holding shake violently. Finally, a gush of orgasmic fluid squeezed the man's penis still inside her vagina,
spurting from between the folds of her vaginal opening and soaking his pants.
I was worried about my wife being burned by the cigarette butt and the security guard's lack of restraint and tenderness;
I was furious and went to hit him.
But my wife grabbed my arm with one hand. She was still being vigorously fucked, her body jerking forward
, causing my arm to sway with her grip. She moaned, "There's medicine at home, applying it
will make me feel better. I got this medicine from the club. Those guys there go even harder,
this medicine is really effective... Hmm... Honey... Can you go home and get me some? It's... It's...
in the medicine box..." After saying that, my wife released my hand and focused on enjoying the man's thrusting from behind
, moaning loudly.
My wife and the security guards stayed all night, not returning until the next morning. As soon as she entered the living room, she saw
wads of tissues scattered on the floor. My face flushed, and I hurriedly started to clean them up. My wife knelt down to help me
clean them up, and our hands accidentally touched. I looked up at her, and she looked up at me too. We both
exchanged a knowing smile.
Then, just as I was about to kiss my wife, I was abruptly interrupted by a beeping sound coming from her body.
My wife, somewhat shyly, stepped back slightly, then turned to face me, spreading her legs. Her skirt
was suddenly exposed; her flesh-colored pantyhose had a large hole in it, and her wet, semen-soaked vulva
bulged as if it were stuffed with something large. My wife arched her back, raising her buttocks, and with a series of continuous
beeps, her labia trembled and gradually spread open dramatically. A dark, wet walkie-talkie
emerged from her vagina.
My wife picked up the walkie-talkie, pressed answer, and a security guard's voice came through: "Bitch, please respond. Have you seen
your bastard husband? Over."
My wife glanced at me shyly and replied into the walkie-talkie: "Bitch has seen her bastard husband. Over."
"See the walkie-talkie you pulled out of your vagina? Over."
"Yes, over."
"How did he feel? Over."
Hearing the security guard say that, my wife actually handed me the walkie-talkie, saying, "Honey, you tell me yourself."
I took the walkie-talkie from my wife, hesitated for a moment, cleared my dry throat, and said, "Very good, over."
At the police station, the first thing I did was ask Liu Jie to help me find the thief who broke into my house. I printed out the thief's photo and
gave it to Liu Jie, instructing him, "Be quick, there's very important data on the computer he took." Liu
Jie had been with me since we arrived at the police station; he was the person I trusted most in the station, just like the chief trusted...
I trusted him just the same, so I wasn't worried about telling him the truth.
Liu Jie said, "I'll go check right now."
But I stopped him and said, "Tell me first after you find out, don't arrange for anyone to be arrested." This was because my wife had instructed
me not to use the police force to catch the thief, for fear of attracting Lao Zhou's attention, and even more so, for fear that
the evidence we had would be discovered by Lao Zhou.
I must say, my wife's handling of things was impeccable. Without her, I might have collapsed long ago.
Now, only she can deal with Lao Zhou, and I must support her wholeheartedly.
After work that day, my wife went home and slept well. The next day, she was full of energy and went to work at the police station as usual.
When she woke up in the morning, I looked at the spot on her buttocks where she had been burned by a cigarette butt, and it had completely healed, without
a trace.
After dinner in the evening, my wife changed into a sexy lingerie nightgown at home. The chest area of the nightgown
was almost transparent, and under the thin gauze, my wife's high, large breasts, light-colored areolas, and delicate nipples were half-hidden and half-
revealed.
Underneath her nightgown, my wife, as usual, wasn't wearing underwear, but rather a pair of
flesh-colored, open-crotch pantyhose similar to the style she wore at the police station. Her plump buttocks, encased in the smooth stockings, appeared even more shapely, glossy, and
sensual. Her already delicate feet looked even more exquisite and petite, especially her toes, which were encased in a ring of deep flesh-colored
stockings, seemingly glued together, pointed and thin, exuding a fragrance that made one want to put them in their mouth.
My wife threw on a trench coat and was about to leave.
I asked curiously, "Where are you going?" My
wife replied, "I'm going to the security guards."
I asked suspiciously, "What are you going there for?" I thought to myself, is my wife just being a masochist?
My wife seemed to sense my hesitation and said, "What are you thinking? Do you think I'm that kind of person? Would I be so foolish as to go looking for
someone to mess with? I went to their place so they'd be willing to help us in the future. Don't forget, we still need
to catch the thief who broke into our house. Having them with us will make things much easier. I'm going now, you can pick me up later so
I have an excuse to leave."
The clock struck eight, and my wife had been gone for almost two hours.
I arrived at the security room and could hear the noise inside. A security guard opened the door for me, reeking of alcohol
, and the room was filled with smoke.
Inside, I saw my wife playing cards with them around a table. Each person had several
bills in front of them; my wife seemed to have the most, as if she'd won quite a bit.
After the security guard who opened the door led me into the room, he ignored me and focused his attention back
on the card table.
My wife seemed engrossed in her game and didn't notice me come in. Just then, the man opposite her threw his cards
in front of her and exclaimed excitedly, "I won!"
My wife glanced at the cards he threw, then slammed her last card on the table, dejectedly
saying, "Just one more card, I didn't win."
The man said, "Alright, if you lose, you should accept the penalty. We don't want your money, we just want you to drink. Drink."
He poured a bottle of beer into a lead bucket, rolled up his sleeves, walked behind my wife,
and lifted her nightgown. I saw her slightly protruding belly, and between her two plump, upturned buttocks
, a large anal plug was clearly visible. Her bulging anus was stretched taut by the liquid accumulated in her rectum.
The man put a large syringe into the bucket, filled it with beer, then removed the anal plug,
pressed his thumb against her anus, and inserted the thick needle, injecting the entire can of beer into her stomach.
"Ugh...?" My wife was clearly struggling to keep up with the force of the beer. She first slumped onto the table,
then, halfway through being forced to drink, she was pulled up, her hands gripping the edge of the table, her
legs dangling in flesh-colored stockings, straining backward and kicking the ground with her toes. Finally
, as the man forcefully pushed the last drop of beer into her rectum with a syringe and re-plugged her anus
, she suddenly felt a wave of nausea and spat out a mouthful of beer.
My phone rang in my pocket. I answered; it was Liu Jie, saying
he'd found the thief who stole from our house and was...? After I hung up, I noticed my wife was no longer drunk. She was
looking at me, as if she'd been listening to my conversation with Liu Jie the whole time.
My wife asked, "Have you found him?"
I said, "Yes."
She said, "We're going now." Then she said to the security guards, "We've found the thief who broke into our house
. My husband and I are going to catch him. Who's willing to help us?"
The guards scrambled to go with us.
My wife chose two men: one was the guy who burned her butt with a cigarette butt last time, and the other was the guy who had just
poured beer down her throat. One was called Da Liu, and the other Xiao Chen. Da Liu was originally a farmer, and Xiao Chen had
served in the army for two years.
Although my wife had only met them twice, they had communicated quite well each time,
so she was already fairly familiar with them. She chose Da Liu and Xiao Chen because she thought they
were straightforward.
Before leaving, Xiao Chen removed the anal plug from my wife's anus, and she suddenly expelled two large buckets of beer from her anus.
Actually, she hadn't just had that much poured in; much of it had already been absorbed by her body…?

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