[My Wife, After Going Out] (16-20) Author: Li Yiyi

Author: Li Yiyi
Word Count: 21076

Chapter 16

"Ah... I was wrong, I was wrong..." My wife was so ashamed she wanted to disappear. She could only
mutter begging for mercy. The burly men saw that my wife, who had been somewhat stubborn when she first came in, had finally given in. They
grinned gleefully, scrutinizing my wife's beautiful face, which was filled with pain and humiliation, and listening to her pitiful
cries and pleas. They were filled with a strong sense of conquest.

In fact, these four burly men in police camouflage uniforms were merely temporary hires to guard the gate and handle
personnel . Because there are many migrant workers in the town, the police force responsible for maintaining order in the area is insufficient. Therefore, the local public security
department has recruited a large number of people, mainly veterans, to assist the police in managing public order. These four men belong to
this category. The women recently captured by Da Mao and Huang Mao were mostly undocumented individuals. Such
individuals generally don't stay long; some are
released . Therefore, the four men didn't dare to lay a hand on them. Sometimes they would grope pretty women, but
this afternoon, when they saw that my wife, who had been captured, was a thief, and that she looked extremely panicked
and helpless, and was also young, beautiful, and had a voluptuous figure, they knew she wouldn't be
released. So, they all took turns humiliating and toying with her. Of course, my wife was completely unaware and blushed,
constantly begging for mercy in humiliation.

Then, my wife's tracksuit was haphazardly pulled back on, her hands were still handcuffed behind her back, and two of the
more aggressive men from before escorted her out of the interrogation room, one on each side. Two other men remained to guard the main entrance.
They escorted my wife towards the investigation area…

Turning left from the interrogation room, there was a long, dimly lit, and eerily cold corridor.
At the end was a very tall and heavy iron gate. The upper half of the gate had the words "Investigation Area" written on it, while the lower half,
on both sides, read "Unauthorized Personnel - Strictly Prohibited from Entering." The investigation area was divided into a body search room, an information
collection room, an interrogation room, a reception room, and offices. Two burly men stopped my wife at the door, pressed the intercom button
next to the door , and their conversation in Cantonese came through. Then the door opened automatically, revealing two
men around forty years old. They wore police badges on their chests. The two men were noticeably different
in appearance one fat and one thin. When they opened the door and saw my wife's figure and appearance, they seemed somewhat surprised, but quickly
adopted a serious demeanor. The fat man handed over some of my wife's registration forms and a gray suitcase to the two burly men
, while the thin man's eyes flashed coldly, and he said to my wife in a cold voice, "Come here... squat down!"

Hearing this, My wife felt like a prisoner. Her face was blank, her eyes lifeless, and she
stood there stunned for a moment before finally entering the gate, handcuffed behind her back. She squatted down where the thin man pointed, feeling that this
investigation area was completely different from the courtyard and interrogation room she had just entered. Outside, it was noisy and dirty,
while here it was clearly decorated solemnly and cleanly. The entire floor was covered with green plastic carpet, and the walls and ceiling
had blue soundproofing panels. On the wall opposite the door hung a large police emblem, below which were the articles of the "Regulations
for the Use and ." Before my wife could get a good look at the environment, the gate slammed shut.

At that moment, Da Mao, dressed in police uniform, and another man wearing glasses emerged from a corridor inside the investigation area
, carrying file folders. The fat man and the thin man immediately became very respectful. Da Mao didn't even glance at my
wife before instructing, "You guys collect information first. We need to see the victim's report.
Once you're done, take her to interrogation room number four."

"Um...yes..." the fat man and the thin man quickly replied. After watching Da Mao and the man with glasses walk straight inside
, they led my wife into the body search room.

The body search room door was automatic. As soon as my wife was led in, the door closed automatically. My wife saw that
the room was quite spacious, with several instruments inside. The thin man unlocked my wife's handcuffs and made
her stand in an area marked with a blue square. The nearly two-square-meter area had footprints and handprints painted on it, and
the words "Body Search Area" were written in red. The thin man instructed my wife to place her feet on the footprints and then
turned on the power switch next to her. My wife felt a beam of strong light shining from between her feet. Her eyes
suddenly felt uncomfortable, and she could only lift her head because the light shining from the ground was too strong.

The thin man stared blankly at my wife, holding an evidence bag as he asked for her name and
date of birth, registering them on it. Then, he flipped through the registration form the burly man had brought earlier, muttering to himself
, "What crime is it? Oh! Theft! Caught red-handed..."

"I hate thieves the most. They can't be decent people, especially women. They have no shame!" The fat
man, already wearing disposable gloves, stood coldly in front of my wife after hearing the thin man's words,
and said in an unfriendly tone, "Stand still! What do you have on you?"

"No...nothing..." My wife stammered, spreading her hands.

"No!!" The fat man, seeing my wife hesitantly pulling out the crotch of her sweatpants with a blank
expression , angrily shouted, "You don't even have a piece of cloth on you? What are you wearing
? Tell me!"

"Um..." My wife felt wronged and on the verge of tears, but took a deep breath and tried her best to calm herself down,
explaining, "These clothes are my own..."

"Your...do you have a receipt?...Who can prove it?" The fat man's eyes flashed menacingly. My wife
shook her head. He stared at her sharply and sneered, "We'll investigate whether it's yours or not, but according to
the law, we must conduct a physical search and collect information before interrogating you, understand?"

"If you don't cooperate, the law allows us to take compulsory measures against you!" The thin man impatiently
pointed at my wife and shouted. My wife trembled, her face showing extreme fear...

"I'm reiterating to you, according to the law, we must
inspect , understand?" Seeing the extreme fear on my wife's face, the fat man
asked again in a low voice, word by word, "What items or things are you carrying?"

"I...I'm just wearing this...nothing else?" My wife seemed a little flustered.

"Oh! Just this tracksuit?" The fat man narrowed his eyes slightly, seemingly casually adding, "You're just
wearing this shirt...and these pants, nothing else...is that right?"

My wife sensed something was off about the fat man's strange questioning, as if he were implying something
. She suddenly remembered she was wearing a tracksuit and a bra underneath, so as the
fat and thin men menacingly surrounded her, she nervously stammered, "No...no...I also
...I also have a bra...I also have underwear..."

"Slap!" Before she could finish, the fat man slapped her across the face, yelling, "Just one
bra?"

"A bra and panties...two..." A heavy slap left a
red mark on her cheek. "It's normal for women to wear bras and panties! Why didn't you say so and try to hide it?" the fat man continued
his menacing interrogation.

My wife genuinely didn't know how to answer, while the skinny man next to her chuckled, leering at
her breasts and genitals, and pressed, "Are you only wearing a bra and panties underneath?"

Prompted by the skinny man, my wife genuinely thought the police suspected she was hiding something else. To prove
she was telling the truth, and to avoid further beatings, she shamelessly lifted her sports top,
revealing her bra hanging and encasing her large breasts. She quickly slid her sports pants
down her long, white legs, exposing her panties, and, blushing, biting her lip, said, "That's all I have underneath..." "Nothing else
..."

At this moment, the fat and thin men watched as my wife lifted her shirt to expose her bra and pulled down her pants to reveal her underwear. Her breasts inside
the bra were quite large, and the entire bra was very full and somewhat heavy. What was most eye-catching was my wife's
lace panties. Her thick labia were squeezed through many mesh holes, and her flesh was divided into countless small squares by the silk threads
and squeezed out of the mesh. A lot of dark, soft pubic hairs peeked out from both sides, and the almost transparent lace panties
completely outlined the contours of her fat vulva. The clitoris in the vulva was squeezed out by the fabric, and the two brown
labia were twisted into a big ball, making her look even more lewd.

The fat man wearing disposable gloves chuckled sinisterly, ignoring my wife
's act of exposing her underwear. Pointing at her breasts and genitals, he said sternly, "Is there
something ?"

This environment and atmosphere had a significant psychological impact on my wife. With a pained expression, she
fearfully and hesitantly pulled down her panties, revealing a large tuft of dark pubic hair below her protruding belly.
She stopped when she pulled them down to her thighs, thinking she had exposed her private parts enough to be ashamed.
But when she looked up and saw the fat man's piercing gaze and the thin man's disapproving expression,
she pulled her panties down to her calves, directly exposing her hairy vulva. She
presented her most private part to both men without reservation, then bit her lip, pulled up her bra, and, showing off her
full, slightly sagging breasts, said defiantly, "That's all I have on me..."

"I didn't tell you to take it off... why are you taking it off?" The fat man knew that my wife might have
been played with and humiliated by the joint defense team earlier, so he seemed somewhat used to it and helpless. Especially the slap, the
gesture had scared my wife into a daze. Now, seeing my wife so proactively
displaying her chaste body and private parts, although they were itching to see it, the fat man's eyes
lit up. He turned his old head a few times, and he wanted to play with and torture my wife properly. My wife, standing there with her clothes up, exposing her private parts, felt a deep shame

under the lecherous gazes of the fat and thin men. She thought she had willingly and voluntarily removed her clothes for them to see, but instead, the fat man had questioned her like this. So, she tried to cover herself immediately, moving her hands down from her bra, and awkwardly tried to pull down her panties… “Don’t move… if you like showing off, then show off!” The thin man next to her forcefully slapped my wife’s outstretched arm, then lewdly ordered with a blatant grin, “Stand back in the same position!” My wife reluctantly continued to expose her genitals, lifting her sports top and bra again, swaying her large breasts, her beautiful, slightly red areolas highlighting her erect nipples for them to admire. “Did I tell you to take your clothes off?” The fat man, seeing my wife’s embarrassed expression, said sternly, “Trying to seduce the police?” “No… I wouldn’t dare…” my wife stammered in shock. "Then why? You think you're so great because of your figure?" The fat man pressed on, "Let me tell you, I've seen plenty of women prettier than you. Look at you... your breasts are sagging... your pubic hair is a mess, and your genitals are so dark ... You have the nerve to show yourself like this!" My wife blushed deeply at the fat man's lewd words. "I'm asking you! Why did you take your clothes off?" The thin man next to her glared at my wife, scrutinizing her body , "Is it... something about you that's itchy? Or is your genitals itchy?" My wife was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into a hole, utterly humiliated. When she saw the thin man about to reach out, she trembled and quickly replied, "...No...no...let me go..." "Haha...you think we'll let you go just because you lift up your clothes and look...haha!" The fat man laughed and retorted , "Do you think that's okay? Does the law allow it?" "I...I..." My wife was overwhelmed with mixed emotions, her face filled with embarrassment, and she stammered. "You've been caught. Once you're here, don't try to be clever. Just answer whatever the officers ask, do whatever they say, understand?" The fat man stared intently at my wife, whose face was full of worry, and spoke seriously. My wife, who seemed completely bewildered, finally heard the fat man's words of advice and nodded slightly. "Do you have anything else on you?" The fat man asked, . "I have a shirt, pants, a bra, and underwear on me, nothing else," my wife quickly answered, her voice still clearly filled with panic. "That's right! Just answer whatever the officers ask, don't stammer or hide anything," the fat man said seriously, unusually so. My wife nodded respectfully and sincerely. With the fat man's permission, she blushed and quickly put on her bra and underwear, straightening her sportswear. She thought the check was over, so she tentatively moved her feet, trying to leave the area marked with red "Personnel Search Area."

But the thin man saw this and, waving the evidence bag, shouted, "Who told you you could move it?
I haven't even registered the seizure yet!"

Then, the fat man, wearing gloves, instructed my wife to take off her clothes one by one.
My wife frowned slightly in humiliation and had no choice but to comply.

The fat man handed my wife's sportswear top and pants directly to the thin man for registration, while the thin man
meticulously examined them, wrote down the sizes, and put them in the evidence bag. Then, he looked smugly at my wife's
frightened and awkward appearance, wearing only her underwear, and lewdly pointed at her, laughing as he asked, "The sportswear is a set,
where did it come from? And the underwear too?"

"The sportswear is...it's mine..." my wife stood up timidly and honestly added, "I bought the bra
myself , and the underwear is a new one my husband just bought for me. This is the first time I've worn it!"

"Oh! Your husband bought new ones? Did you steal them?" The fat man clearly saw
a tag still hanging on the elastic band of my wife's underwear.

"No...no...it really was my husband who bought it!" My wife's eyes widened, feigning certainty.

"I believe you!" The fat man said, lowering his head to examine the crotch of my wife's panties with interest.
A lot of dark, soft pubic hair peeked out from both sides, and her brown labia were twisted into a large,
protruding mass beneath the fabric. The cunning fat man, feigning discovery of a major problem, growled in a hoarse voice:
"There's something hidden inside!"

"No..." My wife shuddered, her face showing extreme fear, her hands instinctively covering her genitals.

"Ah...what?" The thin man also squatted down, slapping my wife's hands covering her private parts, making her put her hands on her hips and
spread her legs. Then, together with the fat man, they examined the small protrusion under my wife's panties. The almost transparent,
lace panties completely outlined the shape of her vulva, and the clitoris was bulging out from the fabric.
Under the pretense of checking something, they took the opportunity to pinch and play with my wife's exposed, drooping labia through the panties.

My wife's body had turned bright red, her face filled with shame and embarrassment as she silently endured
the pain and humiliation of the obscene acts, which stimulated our brains again and again.

"Does your underwear have a lining?" The fat man, seeing her face also flushed,
hesitated and didn't know what to do when asked. The fat man stood up and added, "Is there two layers of fabric at the bottom of your underwear? Take it
off!"

My wife bit her lip, tried to tighten her thighs, and her hands trembled slightly as she took off her underwear. The exposure of her lower body
caused her a strong sense of shame, and her beautiful cheeks turned red.

The fat man, wearing gloves, took my wife's underwear, which she had just taken off, and examined it carefully. He found
a yellowish-white stain at the tip of the underwear, half-dry and sticky. This was a stain of my wife's incontinence, along
with some vaginal discharge. The fat man straightened the hem of the underwear and deliberately held it to my wife's nose, lewdly
laughing and insulting, "Wow! What does it smell like... smell it for yourself... haha!"

My wife's head suddenly went blank. The peculiar smell rushed into her nostrils, and she suddenly
blushed with shame. As a woman, it was normal for her underwear to have some vaginal discharge, but the fat man's
unrestrained actions made it seem as if all of my wife's privacy had been exposed. She was so humiliated that she could only turn
her head to the side, unable to face the underwear she was wearing.

"The first time I wore it, it was like this... Ugh... It's so smelly and dirty!" The fat man grumbled as he
took a pair of scissors from the drawer next to him. With a serious expression, he cut open the two layers of fabric at the bottom of the underwear, instantly turning it into open-
crotch underwear. He then examined the lining of the underwear with his gloved hands before handing it to the thin man.

"I felt like there was something in the underwear when I touched it just now?" The thin man, wanting to play with my wife's
private parts a little longer, said with interest as he registered it and put it in an evidence bag.

Upon hearing this, my wife felt a chill run down her spine. She thought to herself that they had been pinching and touching her exposed labia,
and she had silently endured it all. Now, she was worried they might actually be going to check. Her heart was pounding wildly when,
contrary to his usual behavior, the fat man laughed heartily and said, "If there's nothing to check, then there's nothing to check... The facts are there, aren't they?
Come on... take off your bra..."

My wife was somewhat grateful to the fat man and immediately took off her bra. The fat man didn't seem to
care much about my wife's naked body. He simply took out a pair of scissors, haphazardly cut open her bra, pulled out the padding,
and carefully checked for anything stuck inside before handing it to the thin man for registration.

The thin man stuffed my wife's sportswear and her cut-off underwear into an evidence bag, squatted down
in front of her, tore off the self-sealing tape, and resealed the opening. He then placed the bag on the ground, holding a pen to my wife,
and said, "These are your belongings. Sign your name on the back of each item."

My wife bent over to take the pen, perhaps not quite understanding, and half-squatted as she looked at what was written on the evidence bag…
…

"Are these four items yours?" the thin man asked, pointing to the evidence bag, his tone slightly urging, as
he stood up and said, "If they were stolen… then you don't need to sign, okay?"

"It's all mine... I'll sign..." My wife, still hesitant, forgot she was naked when she heard this.
Without even closing her legs, she spread her thighs and lay face down on the ground, head bowed, looking
intently . One hand was on the evidence bag, and the other held a pen, carefully
writing her name according to the format on the bag...

Not daring to be negligent, my wife held the pen and focused intently on writing her name on the ground. At this moment,
my wife spread her legs wide, sticking out her big, round buttocks, revealing her hairy vulva and anus. In this way, she
immediately exposed her private garden to the fat and thin men without any cover. They could clearly see my
wife's full and alluring vulva and anus. My wife's buttocks were white, and the black hair was striking. Her pubic hair was thick and curly, covering her mons pubis and labia majora. From the hair, the two labia minora could be seen to be completely everted. The clitoris at
the anus was also slightly everted, with a few black hairs on it. When my wife finished writing her name in the four squares, she quietly looked up and, sensing no one in front of her, instinctively glanced behind her. There stood two men, one fat and one thin, on either side of her, their greedy eyes scrutinizing her exposed buttocks. My wife looked horrified, her fair skin flushing slightly with shame … “Are you done yet?” the experienced thin man immediately asked, staring at my wife as he knelt down in front of her.

"I've finished writing..." My wife quickly pulled her buttocks up, kneeling and squeezing her thighs together as she answered.

"Didn't you see the instructions below? You need to confirm?" The thin man then, as if seriously investigating a case, asked
my wife to write "The above items belong to me..." in the blank space below the evidence bag, followed by her signature and the date.

My wife, feeling the man's lecherous gaze, actually trembled as she knelt. She was afraid of having
to perform that humiliating act again. Helpless, she held the pen, wanting to write but not daring to...

"What's wrong... Do you have a problem with seeing your cunt earlier, or with having you sign to confirm? Haha!"
The fat man laughed heartily, patting my wife's head as he asked.

"No objection...no objection..." My wife was terrified, her face pale. She continued
writing helplessly as the fat man pressed her head down. My wife then raised her full, plump buttocks, her full, swollen, bell-shaped breasts swaying
. Her large, plump vulva and anus, the kind only a fully mature woman possesses,
trembled slightly beneath thick black hair...

Once again fooled, my wife finally signed the evidence bag. The thin man picked up the bag,
turned, and put it in the storage cabinet. He casually pulled out several thick fingerprint and footprint cards. He intended to complete the extraction on the table as
before , but
tempted by my wife's raised buttocks and her heavy, lustful body, he had a sudden idea. He thought, my wife has never done this before and doesn't know how, so why not play
with more?

Chapter Seventeen:

Under the influence of this desire to humiliate a woman, the fat and thin men, under the pretext of extracting and collecting suspect information,
used various tricks to humiliate my naked wife.

First, the thin man laid out fingerprint cards on the ground and made my wife kneel down to collect
the fingerprints . For the handprints, she was made to kneel like a female dog, pressing her palms firmly onto the cards. To ensure
a complete palm print, he instructed her to keep pressing, so they could lewdly stare at
her large, sagging breasts.

Next, they collected her barefoot prints. The fat man, wearing gloves, squatted in front of my wife, his lewd eyes
scanning her up and down. He said, "Lift your legs up, let's check the size, symmetry, and the prints..."

My wife, already sitting naked on the ground, shifted her legs. It was impossible to lift them while sitting
, so she was unsure what to do...

"Lie down, bend your legs towards me..." Seeing my wife hesitate,
supporting , her breasts protruding, looking embarrassed and hesitant to lie directly on the ground, he maliciously threatened,
"Hurry up! Do you have a criminal record? Are you preventing us from checking?"

"No... I have no criminal record..." My wife dared not disobey the police's orders at this moment, so she could only obediently lie on
the ground, bend her knees, and raise her feet with her soles facing the fat man. Only then did she realize that this position was exactly the same as
the sexual intercourse position. Her most private part as a woman was being displayed in front of the fat man without reservation
. Her cheeks flushed, and she instinctively squeezed her legs together in shock, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to hide in.

"Come on... cooperate... I'll tell you... the footprints left by a person on the ground or some object,
including barefoot prints, such as stride length, stride width, and stride angle, are a reflection of walking habits." The fat man
greedily admired my wife's exposed genitals with his lustful eyes, speaking with a smug air as if explaining.
He grabbed my wife's ankles with his gloved hands, squatted between my wife's legs, and pried
her ankles apart with his hands, bringing my wife's two feet together, making my wife's entire lower body look like an "M"
shape . The woman's private parts and anus were completely and openly exposed. He pretended to examine the joined
feet, pervertedly bending them upwards, pressing my wife's knees to her chest, and then casually said that it was normal.

"Ah!" My wife's thighs were spread wide, and she tried desperately to close them, but the fat man's hands were too
strong , and her thighs were spread wide open completely, ignoring her will. Because of shame and humiliation, her
ears turned bright red, as if stained with lipstick.

"The footprints left by the person who came to steal last time weren't quite symmetrical! Could it be you?"
The thin man next to her coerced my wife, making her walk around the room naked a few times.

"Stop wiggling your butt, be natural!" The skinny man slapped my wife's buttocks, and
after making her take two or three more steps, the fat man shouted, "Stop...don't move..."

My wife immediately stopped. The fat man took a tape measure and measured
the distance between my wife's steps in a serious manner. After looking at it carefully, he seemed surprised and said, "Fifty-five centimeters...how come it's
the same as that woman who stole from the jewelry store?"

"Really? Let me check?" The skinny man took out a notebook from a drawer next to him, looked at it, and
said with certainty, "Oh! That's right, it's fifty-five centimeters."

My wife panicked and felt an unprecedented fear. The skinny man ignored my wife's reaction and
continued to look at the notebook and make up a story that the female thief who stole from the jewelry store had crawled
and squatted along the two counters to avoid being discovered by the patrolling security guards, and that there were traces at the scene.

Then, under the piercing gaze of the fat and thin men, my wife felt extremely uncomfortable. She
lowered her head, her naked body kneeling with trembling, weak knees, and obediently followed their instructions to
rise from the ground, her buttocks raised.

My wife's sorrowful yet erotic movements aroused the blood of the men present. Her mature,
voluptuous body, her bare, soft yet elastic breasts swaying heavily, was
a feast for their eyes. No matter what, her full, plump buttocks could not be concealed; her flawless, snow-white buttocks
resembled freshly peeled hard-boiled eggs. The deep cleavage between her buttocks parted
to reveal hemispherical, full, and voluptuous flesh. The fat and thin men greedily scanned her from
her slender waist to her plump buttocks, and then to her fleshy, firm thighs. Her unique, exquisite
curves captivated them.

The fat man watched my wife's terrified and hesitant appearance with a
smug grin, chuckling as he meticulously measured her with a tape measure. Several of my wife's private parts were no longer private; the fat man could only
feel the flesh of her buttocks trembling.

My wife's helpless and almost submissive expression undoubtedly gave both the fat and thin men a great deal of encouragement.
They then pretended to discuss calling the jewelry store's employees
and security guards to come and identify the evidence, claiming that the measurements they had just taken were very close to those taken at the scene.

"No...no..." It was obvious they wanted more men to come and see! My wife's face turned completely
pale. "Whether or not to come isn't up to you! I'm going outside to check the case files and see the store owner's phone number..."
The fat man had actually secretly coordinated with the thin man; he was going to the interrogation room to see if Da Mao was ready.
He deliberately walked out of the information collection room while saying this.

My wife saw the fat man ignore her pleas and walk straight out. She was terrified that more people
would come in , and she didn't know how much more humiliation and torture she would have to endure. Since she was arrested,
many men had been present. When my wife saw that there were only the thin man and herself in the room,
tears of humiliation welled up in her eyes. Ignoring her nakedness, she knelt down in front of the thin man with a thud, biting
her lip and trembling as she said, "B-Brother...please don't call people to identify me, okay? I really didn't steal from that place..."

"Didn't steal...so aren't you afraid of being identified?" The thin man looked at my wife's blank stare and said intimidatingly,
"I heard the shop owner recorded it. When they come, just do what was recorded in the video for them to identify. Of course, to
ensure objectivity, you still...haha..."

"No...please..." My wife knelt naked and trembled, stammering with fear,
"B-Brother...please..."

"Beg me..." The thin man lewdly stroked my wife's hair, his lecherous eyes lingering on her
pert buttocks. "Fine! Come on... stand up... let's see how you behave and your attitude..."

My wife stood up, embarrassed to see the thin man's greedy expression. Her face flushed red,
her whole body trembled, and she stood unsteadily, clearly trying to avoid his gaze.

Seeing my wife's embarrassment, the thin man said maliciously, "Since you're begging me... let's see
how you treat me..." As he spoke, he brought his fingers close to my wife's plump vulva, teasing her clitoris and skillfully stimulating
her body.

My wife's lower body trembled again, and she passively and instinctively twisted her body, trying to avoid the thin man
's gaze. At this moment, her shame was even stronger, not only because the thin man was watching, but also because she couldn't
overcome the physical shame she felt.

The thin man watched my wife as he fondled her, observing her
pleas and moans of pain and shame. The embarrassment on her face only emboldened him, fueling
his desire for more pleasure and further torment.

Under his lewd gaze, my wife's pale skin seemed stained with shame, radiating a
seductive aura. One hand continued to roughly stroke her clitoris,
stimulating its sensitivity, while the other pinched her nipple, quickly causing it to erect. Her breasts were
large, with slightly dark areolas, and felt full and heavy,
the pores on her nipples deep and clear.

My wife was thus nakedly humiliated by the thin man. As his movements of stroking her clitoris and rubbing her breasts
intensified, her whole body trembled slightly, and her vagina clearly secreted vaginal fluid. She felt extremely ashamed, her
beautiful cheeks flushed red, and her pearly white teeth bit her lips tightly.

"Haha...it's wet..." The thin man's fingers moved inward, touching her soft labia, feeling the already moist
labia swelling. He looked at my wife with feigned surprise and laughed loudly. My wife was so ashamed that she could disappear, and could only
turn her head to the side, as if her secret had been seen through.

Suddenly, without any warning, the thin man's two fingers were inserted into my wife's vagina. The sudden
stimulation made my wife scream "Ah!" Her vaginal muscles contracted, and the thin man felt his fingers being
tightly wrapped by warm, tender flesh, and her vaginal fluid covered his entire fingers.

"There's a response...good attitude..." The thin man rummaged around in my wife's vagina a few times, then pulled out his fingers, placed them in front of my wife's
eyes, and commanded, "Come on...let's see how you perform..."

"Spread your legs wider, yes...yes, touch your vagina with one hand and rub your breasts with the other...yes...yes..." The thin
man instructed as he walked to a chair next to him and sat down, then forced my wife to say
something she would never be able to say in her entire life.

My wife, head down, glanced at the skinny man as he began to masturbate as instructed. Her face flushed crimson to
her ears; she had never been so humiliated before. To prevent further humiliation,
her mind went blank. She bit her lower lip and muttered softly, filled with shame and indignation, "I want...to...fuck me...
to fuck me...fuck me..."

Just then, Da Mao, Glasses, and the fat man from before filed in. Before them stood
my naked wife, legs spread wide in the center of the room, one hand parting her plump labia to
reveal her most private area, touching her clitoris, the other rubbing her large breasts. She
shamelessly begged the skinny man to fuck her. Before Da Mao and the others could react, the skinny man immediately stood up, pointed at my
wife, and shouted, "Enough already? I've never seen such a shameless person..."

"Ah...ah..." My wife panicked and realized someone was already behind her. Her voice was filled with terror;
she seemed completely flustered and at a loss!

"You slut...I'm leaving...and you're already acting like this..." The fat man was clearly very dissatisfied. He chuckled
and stepped forward, reaching out to grab my wife's neck. She wasn't prepared to lunge at the thin man, and looked at the grinning thin man in
horror ...

The thin man took the opportunity to twist one of my wife's hands and press her upper body down. Big Hair next to her shouted sharply:
"Cuff her..."

Eyes immediately took out handcuffs, pushed my terrified wife to the ground, tied her arms behind her back, crossed her
wrists and handcuffed her.

The fat man saw my wife kneeling, her hands cuffed and unable to resist. In a perverted manner, he grabbed her
handcuffed wrists, forcing her face to the ground, making her large buttocks fully erect, wanting everyone to see
her slutty appearance…

At this moment, my wife's legs were naturally spread apart, revealing thick pubic hair
at
her buttocks. Underneath that hair were a large clitoris and two dark labia. Her dark labia appeared very thick and slightly flared, and there were traces of moisture at the entrance of her vulva, presumably from her earlier self-stimulation.
My wife pressed her head to the ground in utter shame and indignation, as if her secret had been exposed, tears of humiliation
welling up .

The uniformed man, seeing this, snorted and said, "Hmm… I've never seen a woman without a shred of shame… Get
her… take her to the interrogation room."

Then, the fat and thin men grabbed my wife, who was terrified and bewildered, from the ground. She was
drenched in sweat, her cheeks flushed with immense fear and shame. Because of the handcuffs, she
had to forcefully thrust her breasts forward, her heavy breathing causing her alluring chest to heave violently. The men shoved and
jostled my wife, bound hand and foot, out of the information gathering room. My wife clenched her teeth, closed her eyes, and
tried desperately to keep her legs closed to protect her private parts from violation, tears of humiliation flowing silently down her face.

Chapter 18

My wife's sister, Amei, learned that my wife, Ali, had arrived at the train station around noon. She took a taxi
there, but seeing that there weren't many people coming out of the station, she inquired and learned that the train was leaving early. She
immediately began searching around the train station, but after an hour and a half, she still couldn't find her. Thinking that Ali might have an address and could take a taxi
there, she had no choice but to rush back to the shop.

Amei hurried back to the shop, and her husband, Ayan,
was surprised to see her return alone without Ali. He told Amei that he had just received
a call from a kind person who had just gotten off the train, saying that Ali was waiting for her at the entrance of the Hongchen Hotel, to the left of the train station
. Upon hearing this, Amei immediately asked Ayan to check the kind person's phone number. When they called, it was a public phone. Amei, frantic, rushed back to the train station to search.

In fact, the so-called kind person was a shill for my wife—a fat woman. Just as Amei arrived at the train station
, the fat woman had already taken my wife to the opposite side of the station and gotten her into a yellow-haired man's Jinbei van. No matter how hard Amei
searched inside the station, how could she find my wife? To be on the safe side, the fat woman even made up a story with A-Yan, suggesting they wait for my
wife at the entrance of the Hongchen Hotel, causing A-Mei to go through another ordeal.

Around 4 PM, unable to find my wife, A-Mei returned to the shop, hoping she had an address
and would come back on her own, but no miracle occurred.

While A-Mei and her husband A-Yan were frantically trying to figure things out, Old Wu mysteriously entered from the back room.
A-Mei felt uneasy, because the time she discovered Old Wu peeping at her while she showered, her husband A-Yan had argued and beaten him,
causing a huge uproar. Besides wanting to dismantle the toilet in the back, he also wanted to arrest A-Yan. To calm things down, she had no choice but to acknowledge
Old Wu as her godfather. In the days that followed, Old Wu frequently tried to grope her when A-Yan wasn't in the shop after receiving supplies, but fortunately, she
resolutely resisted.

Old Wu actually knew about his sister, but he seemed to be keeping it a secret, making Amei anxious.
Actually Old Wu wanted Amei to be his goddaughter for two reasons: first, he was afraid his shameful act of peeping at Amei while she was bathing
would become public knowledge in the village; second, he wanted to take advantage of Amei in the future. However, he had several opportunities to seduce her by resisting.
Now, Da Mao from the police station called to tell him that Amei's sister, Ali, had been arrested for theft and taken to the community security
team, and he needed to bring Amei to the team.

Amei was somewhat skeptical when she heard about my wife Ali's situation, but Old Wu's attitude and tone
didn't seem to lying. Old Wu deliberately wanted Amei to go to the community security team alone, knowing that Amei and Ayan had no relatives or friends there,
and that going alone might be a waste of time.

Amei, who runs a supermarket there, often heard from her fellow workers that the area was the most dangerous and
dangerous to go. Her husband, Ayan, was honest but stuttered and couldn't get things done, nor could he close the shop and go with her. She
was too scared to go
alone begged her so-called godfather, Lao Wu, to accompany her to the joint defense team to check things out.

So, Lao Wu rode his motorcycle with Amei on the back, and after about ten minutes they arrived at the joint defense team. They saw
a large, dark green iron gate to the team's courtyard tightly shut, with at least twenty people standing around. These people
, including the elderly, children, men, and women, all
looked extremely anxious and helpless.

Old Wu and Amei squeezed through the crowd to the large iron gate. The gatekeeper was an old man from the village, whom Old Wu recognized.
Old Wu shouted for the old man, who leisurely came over, chatted with him in the local dialect for a few moments, and then opened a section of
the gate to let Old Wu slip in. Amei tried to follow, but the old man yelled at her and wouldn't let her in.

Old Wu contacted Da Mao in the guardhouse, but Da Mao told him that he had already arranged for the security chief, Huang Mao, to handle the
situation . Not long after, two burly men in police camouflage uniforms arrived at the gate.

Huang Mao knew that Ali ran a grocery store in the village and had been harassed by the village security guards before,
so he recognized her. Therefore, he and Da Mao called Ali to the joint defense team and specifically arranged
for the to serve as assistants.

The gate opened, and Ali, standing at the entrance, was called inside by the old gatekeeper. She saw many people still waiting for
information and secretly rejoiced that she had called someone like Lao Wu; otherwise, she didn't know how long she would have to wait. When she entered,
she was startled by the cries and the imposing presence of the police officers in camouflage uniforms.

Inside the office on the south side of the courtyard, Huang Mao had already changed into his police camouflage uniform. He was in a good mood after having Hua Jie and Hong Jie
perform oral sex on him . Sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, he recalled the boring lunch with the driver and how
the migrant women in this village weren't very interesting. He had decided to go to the train station to find women, to find an excuse to trick or catch one of the local
security team members for some fun. Unexpectedly, he encountered a woman who had never left the house before. And this woman's destination
was none other than Meimei Supermarket at No. 57 Gongqian Road, Hekai Village, Xilong District—exactly the area under his jurisdiction.

Before Huang Mao had even finished half of his cigarette, two burly men in police camouflage uniforms led Lao Wu and Amei into
the office . Lao Wu immediately stepped forward and respectfully offered him a cigarette, but Huang Mao refused. Huang Mao noticed that Amei was wearing a light
yellow t-shirt, and because she had been running around looking for my wife all afternoon and because of the hot weather, her upper body was covered in sweat,
revealing her large, somewhat fierce breasts through her red bra. She wore tight, low-waisted jeans
that accentuated her round, large buttocks. He was somewhat surprised to be attracted to Amei's mature figure, but he pretended
to be calm and stood up coldly, saying, "Who is Ali to you?"

"She...she's my sister...what happened to her?" Amei's heart
pounded Not long after the supermarket opened, Huang Mao and his men came to inspect the supermarket in the middle of the night. Her husband, Ayan
, was pushed down and forced to the ground as soon as he opened the door. At that time, she was wearing white underwear and no bra, only a tank top, when Huang Mao...
Several men rushed in, pulled down the bed, and shouted that someone had reported a fugitive there. The blond-haired man even
showed , saying it looked like a fugitive. Terrified, she didn't bother to put on her clothes and, as demanded, produced her and her husband's ID cards,
marriage certificate, IUD permit, temporary residence permit, and other documents for the blond-haired man to check. It took a long time before they finally left. Amei
was thankful her documents were complete, but the most embarrassing thing was realizing she had been exposed afterwards. Therefore, she had
a particularly strong impression of the blond-haired man's aggressive manner, while he had already forgotten everything.

A cold glint flashed in the blond-haired man's eyes as he shouted, "I called you here… am I asking you, or are you asking me?!"

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry… they're from out of town and don't understand… please forgive them… please forgive them!" Old Wu, more experienced,
quickly apologized and, seeing Amei's innocent expression, gave her a dark look, implying she should be more sensible.

The blond-haired man, his menacing demeanor gone, took a file from the table, pulled out a page, and handed it to Amei,
saying slowly, "Is this your sister?"

Amei, still shaken by his earlier outburst, respectfully accepted the file with both hands. The document was titled "Criminal
Registration Form," and it contained two photos—a frontal and profile shot of the same woman. Next to it, in the "Name"
column, was written my wife's name. Amei looked closely and realized the woman in the photo was
none other than her sister, Ali, whom she had been searching for all afternoon.

In the photo, my wife's hair was disheveled, her gaze vacant. She was holding a sign with a number on it, standing
in front of a wall marked with graduations—Amei knew that such photos were taken when criminals were arrested. Her
mind went blank; she was speechless. Seeing the photo of my wife's arrest now, she
was stunned.

"Ah! What happened to my sister? How could she…?" Amei's surprised cry rang in the blond-haired man's ears.

Huang Mao put away the documents, preventing Amei from looking at them again, and asked once more, "Is the person in the photo your sister, Ali?"

"Yes, yes..." Amei seemed still in shock, looking up at Huang Mao blankly, and
asked in a trembling voice, "My sister... what... what happened to her?..."

Huang Mao's eyes were full of sarcasm as he turned his head and said casually, "She was caught stealing!"

Amei's mind went blank, and she stammered, "Impossible, you must have made a mistake."

Huang Mao ignored Amei's reaction, raised an eyebrow, and shook his head with a wicked smile, "Impossible,
you said it yourself. Let me tell you... your sister was caught red-handed burglarizing this afternoon. First, there were multiple witnesses, and second,
your sister has already given a preliminary confession!"

Old Wu chuckled, stepped forward, stared at Amei, and said with a strange laugh, "So, comrade, you have solid evidence and
won't arrest the wrong person."

"Where... is my sister now? Can I... see her?" Amei asked in a trembling voice.

"I called you here today because, according to the law, when a criminal is arrested, their family must be notified." The blond-haired man
looked at Amei indifferently, watching her terrified expression with
a smug grin . He

then produced a family notification form and demanded Amei sign it. Amei felt a wave of dizziness wash over her; her legs went weak as she signed, and she staggered.

The blond-haired man placed the signed form into the file, his tone mocking, "Your sister
stole something and got into a fight, angering the surrounding crowd… Sigh… Luckily, the comrade arrived in time…"

"My sister was… was she beaten?" Amei stared at the blond-haired man in shock and horror, her eyes filled
with disbelief and fear.

"She wasn't beaten, but many men, hearing there was a female thief being caught, went to join the fun…" The blond-haired man
said with a wicked yet cold smile.

"S-Sir… where is my sister now?" Amei's voice was timid and weak, filled with
fear and trepidation.

"Her? She's been a bit unruly since she was brought here, she's probably going to suffer a bit."
A sly smile flashed in Huang Mao's eyes, then his tone turned cold and forceful as he said, "Alright... go back...
bring ."

"Director... could I meet my sister here..." Huang Mao's last few words made Amei
's heart pound. Thinking of my wife Ali's current situation, fear finally showed on her face, and she said in a trembling
voice , "Director... please?... please..."

"Go back... go back..." Huang Mao spread his hands, acting as if it had nothing to do with me.
Although he was young, he was cunning and experienced. He understood the psychology and desires of the families of those he had arrested, and he didn't agree immediately. After speaking,
he pretended to hesitate for a moment. When the two burly men in police camouflage who brought Amei in heard Huang Mao's
order to leave, they were about to step forward when Lao Wu immediately changed his tune and pleaded with Huang Mao.

Looking at Amei's face, filled with unease and anticipation, Huang Mao hesitated for a moment before saying, "I'm
telling you this because of Old Wu from our village... Many people have knelt and begged me... but I ignored them all!"

Hearing Huang Mao's words, Amei seemed to see hope. She froze, then snapped back to reality, her face filled with panic
and worry she said, "Director... We outsiders are ignorant... Please... let me meet her... okay?"

"Haha... That's the attitude a person should have... Be sincere..." Huang Mao laughed heartily, then said
seriously , "Since that's the case, I'll help... but..."

"Director... just say it... I'll cooperate fully." Amei's dazed eyes regained their light.

"No one other than staff is allowed to enter that investigation area in the back. There's been a crackdown lately, so they're checking family members
who meet more thoroughly and keeping a tight rein on them!" The blond-haired man said earnestly. Seeing Old Wu
's respectful demeanor and Amei's pitiful look, he readily added, "I'll take you in, get an application form
... I'll try my best to help."

Chapter 19.

The blond-haired man and Old Wu walked in front, with Amei in the middle, and two burly men in police camouflage uniforms following closely behind.
She came out of the office and turned into the first courtyard at the back. She saw a large, dark crowd squatting there,
divided into many groups, filled with arrested out-of-towners. Several security guards were counting heads. Amei gasped
. Wasn't this the legendary iron prison? This was a rectangular courtyard house enclosed by two-story bungalows.
The bungalows were much taller than ordinary bungalows, about four to five meters high, and all the corridors were sealed off with thick steel bars and iron gates
, painted a dark green, making it look gloomy and terrifying. The entire courtyard was divided into three sections, all used to hold
people who were about to be deported.

As they walked inside, the long corridors were dimly lit, cold, and frightening, and the bustling noise outside gradually subsided.
At the end of the corridor was a very tall and heavy iron gate. The upper half of the gate had
the words , and the lower half had the words "Unauthorized Personnel - Strictly Prohibited" written on the left and right sides. Huang Mao stopped at the door,
pressed the intercom button next to the door, and their Cantonese conversation came from inside. Then the door opened automatically.
It was the two fat and thin men who had insulted my wife who opened the door. They were still wearing police badges on their chests
. As soon as they opened the door and saw Huang Mao, they immediately became very respectful.

The blond-haired man was talking to the fat and thin men like he was handling a case. When Lao Wu saw the blond-haired man go inside, he
and Amei tried to go in, but the thin man immediately blocked them and pointed to the words written on the door, his eyes flashing coldly as he shouted,
"Didn't you see the words outside? Whoever wants to meet... come in!"

Behind them, a burly man in police camouflage pulled Lao Wu out, while another urged Amei inside. Amei
stepped into the investigation area and saw that the environment was solemn yet terrifying. She was quite
scared , so she took advantage of the door not being closed and pitifully said to the blond-haired man, "Chief... can my dad
come in with me..."

Lao Wu was
very He quickly pleaded with the blond-haired man and the fat and thin men, and the blond-haired man, too lazy to have someone take Lao Wu out,
agreed.

The door to the investigation area slammed shut. Old Wu and Amei noticed that the investigation area
was completely different from the courtyard and office they had just entered. A large police sign hung on the wall, with the articles of the "
Regulations . Blue soundproof panels were installed on the walls and ceiling, and green plastic carpets were laid on the floor.
A conspicuous red line was drawn near the middle of the carpet near the door, with the words "Warning Line" written on it.

The thin man wearing a police badge looked at Amei and Lao Wu, preventing them from crossing the cordon
. He spoke with a serious demeanor, "Since the director is personally bringing you in, you must still abide by
the rules and regulations here, understand?"

Seeing Lao Wu and Amei nod, the thin man continued earnestly, "Once you're in, you're not allowed to act
alone ; you must be accompanied by one of our staff members."

Without waiting to see if Lao Wu and Amei understood, the thin man led the two burly
men in police camouflage uniforms into the security checkpoint on the left, opposite the information collection room. The blond-haired man claimed he needed to get an application form and
followed the fat man to the information collection room.

So, Amei and the five men entered the security checkpoint. The room was about the same size as the information collection room, and
it seemed rather empty. There was only a wall cabinet and a desk. On one side of the wall,
there was a wire mesh with a curtain hanging from it. What was more conspicuous was the "Security Check Regulations" on the wall, which stated
rules such as "No items may be brought into the investigation area" and "Staff must be present to supervise the security check process. "

"Take a look..." the thin man said to Amei and Lao Wu, pointing to the "Security Check Regulations" on the wall.
Then he took a black handheld metal detector from the drawer under the desk and placed it on the table. He then
turned and opened a wall cabinet, asking, "Are you both going to meet her?"

"No... I don't... She's fine alone!" Lao Wu was intimidated by the seriousness and focus of the investigators
and regretted coming in with Amei. So he answered immediately.

"You're alone... aren't you?" the thin man asked, turning halfway to look at Amei.

"Yes! I'm here to see my sister..." Amei replied.

The thin man pulled out a white "visiting uniform" from a shelf in the wall cabinet. It was
a belted bathrobe that Big Hair and Yellow Hair had confiscated during their inspection of the sauna. To cover their tracks, they had spray-painted "visiting uniform" on the back of the garment.
They had noticed that sometimes the female relatives who came to visit were attractive and had no dirt on them. So, the
two of exploited this psychology, using the excuse that no items could be brought into the visit and to ensure
the safety of the detainees, to indirectly force them to take off their clothes and put on the "visiting uniform" before they could meet.

Amei took the "meeting outfit," walked to the wall, and pulled the curtain with the wire hanging from it. She noticed that the curtain was only about a
meter wide, making it easy for people standing on either side to see her. Moreover, the hem of the curtain was quite high, only covering her crotch and above .
So, after thinking for a moment, she took off her light yellow t-shirt, quickly put on the meeting outfit, and then
awkwardly took off her tight, low-waisted jeans, tied the belt, and walked out...

Amei's movements behind the curtain were rather fast, catching the perverts present off
guard and arousing their lustful gazes at her body. The thin man, holding a black handheld metal detector, said
to , "So fast! Come on... legs apart... hands up... stand still.

" "What..." Amei stood there somewhat resistantly, holding the clothes she had taken off, not following the thin
man 's instructions.

The thin man realized that the more Amei resisted and got angry, the more he felt the urge to humiliate her. He felt that he had spoken too
hastily , so he took the metal detector and pointed it at the "Security Regulations" on the wall, loudly reading
the rules that read "No items may be brought into the investigation area." He explained that any items that could cause suicide or harm to
others were not allowed to be brought in, so they had to be detected and checked; otherwise, the meeting would not be permitted.

After hearing the thin man's explanation, Amei understood somewhat, but still hesitated and stood there. Seeing this, Lao Wu went over
and took the clothes from Amei's hands, saying, "You didn't hide anything. Just do what the comrade says. It's all
according to the rules. Your sister is the most important thing."

Urged by the thin man and Lao Wu, Amei stood in a "spread-eagle" position somewhat blankly.
Her meeting dress was tied, short, and without buttons. Due to her position, one could see
the beautiful, snow-white cleavage created by her red bra, and the private parts of her private parts, which were exposed by the red panties in the middle of the hem. Her pair of snow-white,
slender legs, the completely transparent lace panties, and the thick, dark pubic hair at the end of her lower abdomen, all were visible through the panties
! At this moment, Amei was completely oblivious to her exposed skin; her attention was entirely focused on the thin man's
metal detector…

'Beep…beep…' As the thin man moved the metal detector, because Amei was wearing a bra with metal buttons
at the back and metal clips at the front, the detector vibrated and emitted rapid flashes and
beeps.

"What are you hiding!" The thin man's lips curled into a smirk, and he took the opportunity to tap Amei's chest with the detector
, his rugged face instantly taking on a sinister and grotesque expression.

"No...nothing..." Amei seemed completely lost, her face showing fear.

"Hmph! If there's nothing inside, why would this beep?" The thin man sneered, glancing sideways at Lao Wu holding
Amei's clothes, and said irritably, "Give her the clothes...change them back...no meetings allowed!"

The thin man instructed two burly men in police camouflage uniforms beside him to take Lao Wu and Amei out immediately,
and then walked straight towards the security gate. Lao Wu, still holding Amei's clothes, chased after the thin man, saying, "
Comrade ...comrade...wait..."

Just as the thin man was about to step towards the door, the blond-haired man in police camouflage uniform, holding a form, and the fat
man entered. Upon seeing this, the blond-haired man asked questions, and the thin man angrily recounted what had just happened.

"If it weren't for Lao Wu and you begging me, how could you have gotten in? I even got a visitation form from you. I didn't
expect you to be here to cause trouble!" After hearing this, Huang Mao walked up to Amei and said loudly, "What are you still
standing there for? If you don't want to... get out of here with me!"

"Director... I... I..." Amei's face was full of unease as she stared at Lao Wu with wide eyes.
Lao Wu quickly spoke up for Amei, asking the comrades present to forgive her.

"Since you're here, you have to follow the rules. Cooperate with the checks as they are. Or you can leave
right now ?" the blond-haired man said irritably
. When he saw Amei lower her head, looking embarrassed and indicating that she would cooperate, the blond-haired man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he ordered Amei, "Go to the back and take off all your clothes.
Don't hide a single stitch, understand?"

"Um..." Amei's voice was barely audible. After she finished speaking, she turned and went behind the curtain, hesitantly untying
the ties of her visiting clothes...

Meanwhile, the thin man, through the curtain, deliberately told the fat man, the blond-haired man, and the two burly
men , with a hint of schadenfreude, about how he had recently checked the female family members who wanted to visit him. He boasted that he had
found people who had put handcuff keys inside their vaginas and others who had put drugs inside their vaginas. He said that otherwise, the consequences would have been
severe them.

The thin man's words elicited lewd laughter from the men present. Seeing this, he grabbed the metal detector,
lifted the curtain, and urged, "Are you done yet...come out?"

Amei, still hesitant about taking off her bra and panties after being scolded by everyone
, immediately and obediently untied her meeting dress upon hearing the thin man's words and urging. Earlier that day, while
Amei was in her supermarket, her husband, Ayan, had frantically
made love to her behind the counter while no one was shopping. After ejaculating, Amei, worried about the sticky feeling of semen leaking out, tore off a piece of toilet paper from
the toilet paper roll. She folded a piece of toilet paper into a strip and placed it over her underwear to prevent anyone from
discovering her secret. So she first took off her underwear, quickly pulled out the strip of toilet paper from her vulva,
wrapped it in her underwear, and held it in her hand. Then she tried to untie the shoulder straps of her bra inside her dress, but it was too
difficult. So she simply took her hands out and let the dress hang on her shoulders. She reached behind her to unbutton her bra.
With a "pop" of the bra buttons, a pair of large breasts were revealed. But in her haste, the dress hanging on
her shoulders came loose and fell to the ground. Suddenly, Amei was standing naked
behind the curtain!

Amei blushed deeply, seemingly at a loss for what to do. She quickly threw her bra and panties on the ground,
squatted down with her back to the curtain, one hand covering her breasts, the other picking up her meeting clothes...

"Don't throw your clothes on the ground!" The despicable skinny man pulled open the curtain, and
the blond greedily stared at Amei's full and
fair body. Her round buttocks, sticking out as she bent over to pick up her meeting clothes, were fully exposed to these lecherous men, their large, white buttocks
admired In particular, a tuft of
dark, shiny pubic hair was visible between Amei's snow-white cleft, a truly alluring sight.

Upon hearing this, Amei was extremely embarrassed and didn't know what to do. She hurriedly picked up her meeting dress from the ground and frantically put it on
, but this action exposed her swaying breasts and a clump of messy pubic hair
to everyone's eyes. Old Wu's reaction was even more intense; his eyes gleamed as he stared intently at Amei's
naked body as she tried to cover herself.

The thin man turned his head and saw Amei already hurriedly putting on her meeting dress,
her head bowed in shame as she tied the ties. The thin man casually picked up her bra from the ground, and as he was about to pick up her
crumpled panties, a strip of toilet paper tucked inside the panties rolled out. Seeing this, Amei desperately snatched
the panties and the strip of toilet paper, clutching them tightly in her hands. After all, as a woman,
how could Amei let other men see the toilet paper stuck to her vulva?

"Hey! What's that?" The thin man looked surprised, staring intently at Amei and asking loudly, "Is it a note?"

"No...no..." Amei's face showed fear.

The fat man stepped forward. Perhaps he hadn't seen the strip of toilet paper carefully earlier, so he pretended to be kind and explained to the thin
man whether Amei was menstruating and had a sanitary napkin. When he saw Amei only shake her head, indicating that she wasn't
menstruating, his face immediately darkened and he shouted, "Well! You dare to break the rules and bring in a note without permission...
"

"No...that's not a note! It's toilet paper!" Amei answered timidly, still clutching
her underwear and the wad of toilet paper tightly in her hands.

"Toilet paper? You're not even on your period... Why would you stuff toilet paper in there? Are you sick in the cunt?" The skinny man leered,
analyzing the situation. When Amei explained that she wasn't sick, he said with certainty, "There's definitely a note hidden inside!"

Amei panicked, trying to escape the embarrassing situation, but everyone present had already surrounded her. She
knew that no matter how she explained, it wouldn't work; there was absolutely no room for negotiation. Especially when two burly men in police camouflage
seemed about to make a move, she almost blushed as she took out the wad of toilet paper, lowered her head, and awkwardly explained,
" Look... it really is toilet paper!"

"Open it and see... what else is inside?" The skinny man ordered Amei to unfold the folded
toilet paper . The toilet paper, stained with semen and female secretions, was wet. The fat man next to her leered
and pressed Amei for her reason for stuffing the toilet paper in. Helpless, Amei could only recount what had happened after she had sex with her husband, Ayan, at noon
.

"Haha... so unhygienic!" Amei said, her face flushed, which aroused the lecherous men present.
A burst of laughter erupted. The fat man grinned lewdly, looking at the melancholy-faced Amei. He told her to throw away the toilet paper. Seeing that
Amei was still holding her underwear, which she had just taken off, he mischievously
ordered her to show him her underwear under the pretext of checking if anything was still stuck in it.

Helpless, Amei had no choice but to expose the crotch of her underwear, a woman's most private area,
for everyone to see. A large stain was clearly visible in the middle of the underwear. At this moment, Amei's
sense of shame as a woman was quite strong.

"Alright! Alright... If you're going to check, you should be open and cooperative. What are you doing, trying to pull a fast one!" the fat man
said reproachfully, deliberately calling out to Old Wu, "Come on... Godfather, take this bra and underwear!"

Old Wu secretly rejoiced, taking Amei's underwear that she had just taken off, pretending to fold it, but actually flipping through it to admire it.

Chapter Twenty

: The thin man, holding the metal detector, frowned slightly, clearly displeased but feigning
seriousness and said, "Are you done yet...? Everyone's watching your performance... dawdling... turn around...
stand in the same position as before!"

Amei froze, her thoughts slowly returning to reality. An unprecedented sense of shame
welled up inside her. She had no choice but to turn around, grit her teeth, raise her hands, and, blushing, awkwardly spread her legs...

Because her formal attire only covered her upper thighs, her exposed genitals were
completely exposed to everyone, a large tuft of dark
pubic hair peeking through the hem of her open thighs.

Having assumed her position, Amei suddenly sensed something was amiss. She quickly looked down and realized that the hem
of her formal attire had exposed her genitals. Shocked, she instinctively covered her lower abdomen with her right hand,
awkwardly adjusting her formal attire in embarrassment.

Amei's shy and evasive actions only fueled the lust of the blond-haired lechers. They wanted
to humiliate and abuse her; the more shy and embarrassed she appeared, the more exciting it was for them to violate and play with her. Therefore
, none of the men present stopped Amei's actions; they simply leered and enjoyed the expression on her face as her genitals
were exposed .

The thin man didn't force Amei to spread her legs as before. Instead, he lightly flicked
the metal detector he was holding and scanned Amei's head. The sensitive metal detector beeped due to Amei's metal hairpin
…

Amei felt a pang of unease again. Just as she was about to touch her head, the thin man stopped her, telling her to
lower her head for the examination. Beneath her thin, tightly bound meeting dress, Amei's full breasts,
already were further accentuated by the bending over. Her dark red nipples were
faintly visible through the cover of her meeting dress, while the thin man deliberately pressed down on Amei's head, slowly pulling out the hair clip and
even examining her fluffy, messy hair with interest...

Amei clearly felt her breasts swaying, as if
they . She quickly grabbed the collar of her dress with both hands, trying to protect her breasts from being seen, but she didn't
realize that her already somewhat exposed buttocks were now even more exposed as she gripped the collar.

Old Wu, standing behind Amei, saw this rare opportunity and, on a whim, threw Amei's clothes and
underwear on the ground, pretending to tidy them up. He squatted behind Amei's buttocks, and from this special angle,
everything hidden between Amei's fleshy buttocks was clearly visible.

Thus, Amei's plump, round, and fleshy white buttocks were presented before Old Wu's eyes. His eyes widened instantly
. Beneath a large tuft of dark pubic hair between Amei's buttocks, her anus, a slightly brownish color, shyly shrank
there, with spiral patterns visible beside it. Her purplish labia drooped, and most strikingly
, a large piece of toilet paper was still stuck to her vaginal opening—the result of Amei using cheap toilet paper. The exposed pinkish
vulva bore white semen stains and female secretions, thus completely exposing Amei's genitals to
Old Wu's burning gaze.

"Look...look...what is this?" The thin man held out a metal hairpin to Amei, staring
at her fiercely. His thick lips slanted to the right as he said, "This opening is so sharp. If
you put it in, you know the consequences...it could kill someone!"

"Oh! I...I don't know..." Amei seemed completely bewildered, her words stammering.

Next, the thin man used a metal detector to meticulously examine Amei's body, paying particular attention to her chest and
lower body. His actions were utterly lewd and obscene. Amei, inexperienced and unaccustomed to such rigorous
checks, feared further trouble and could only silently endure the examination, awkwardly trying
to avoid further exposure and embarrassment.

A few minutes later, the so-called security check on Amei was complete. The blond man placed the meeting application form on the table and
asked Amei to fill in her information and the basic details of the person she was meeting.

Amei, who had only completed second grade, seemed hesitant to write. She asked Lao Wu for help,
but both the thin and fat men refused, insisting that she fill it out herself; she could ask or copy if she didn't know how. Amei reluctantly
took the pen , leaning over the table, asking Lao Wu while diligently writing, completely unaware of the severe exposure of her rear end.
This allowed everyone present to bend over and peek at Amei's pink anus, rosy vulva, and soft black pubic hair.

Amei finally finished filling out the application form with great effort. The skinny man walked up to her, pointed to
the corrections at the bottom of the form, and lewdly laughed, "Wow! I didn't expect you to look like this, all messed up down there... a big dark patch
! Haha!"

The skinny man's words immediately caused a burst of laughter. Amei's genitals had been seen, and she was being publicly
insulted and mocked for her fat vulva. She didn't understand, thinking that the people present were laughing at the large corrections on her vulva . She
was somewhat embarrassed and shy, explaining that she was uneducated.

"A woman may not be educated, but as long as she can make money, that's fine!" The skinny man said, while making Amei put her fingerprint on his name
and even signing "agree" and her name in a serious manner. Then, he, along with the fat man and two
burly men in police camouflage uniforms, were about to take Amei out. Amei saw that the blond-haired man and Lao Wu, the people she trusted most at the moment
, were not going in with her, and she looked somewhat uneasy and scared.

Seeing this, Huang Mao and Lao Wu quickly instructed and reminded Amei to strictly abide by the rules here, and to see
what was going on. They said they would help her after she came out.

And so, Amei was taken to the meeting room to meet my wife, Ali.

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