Although the video was turned off, the scenes of those women being played with by Watanabe seemed to be engraved in my mind, and it could not be dissipated for a long time.
This man named Watanabe is indeed obsessed with playing with his butts. The training in the three videos is all aimed at women's anus, but obviously it is not Watanabe's all means. What kind of training will my wife suffer from Watanabe's hands? Will she resist and struggle?
Or bear it silently like before?
A bold idea flashed through my mind. There was no staff in this lounge at this moment. Kawasaki also said that there was no monitoring probe on this floor, but it was just positioned through our bracelet. I took off the bracelet and hid it under the sofa cushion. In this way, those who monitored us would only think that I was still in the lounge.
I walked outside alone and followed the way I had just walked. First, I found the place where we met Fujita just now. There was a pool of dry water stains on the ground. It must be the saliva that drip from my wife's mouth when I was just staying to chat. I followed the trolley marks of the cart and the intermittent water stains and came to a corner. The arrows there were red, which meant that only VIP members could enter. If I brought a bracelet, I would be found as long as I walked into this area.
I touched my empty wrist, made sure the bracelet was not on my body, and plucked up my courage to continue walking forward. Although the road was winding, there were no obvious forks. With obvious traces on the ground leading the way, I walked to a wide corridor. When I arrived here, there were more traces of pulleys on the ground. I didn't know which one was left by the cart carrying my wife just now.
Judging from the icons on the wall, this place should be the original soldier room, but obviously after modification, each room is equipped with a thick iron door, as if it is like a prison. The waves of women's wailing and moans from these rooms add a hint of horror to this place.
There is a louver-shaped transverse window on top and bottom of each iron door. The upper transverse window is larger, which seems to be used to maintain sufficient air circulation with the outdoors, which makes it convenient for me to peek inside through the fan blades of the transverse window.
But it would be fine if I didn't look at it, but it made me even more heartbreaking. What club is here and there? This is clearly a woman's living hell. In the room, a woman was tied upside down and hung upside down in the air. Her legs were forcibly separated by a rope, forming a V-shaped shape. A shirtless fat man was holding a hard whip and was whipping the tenderest part between the woman's legs. Every time she whipped the woman, she would make a miserable scream, and the two metal bells sandwiched on her nipples would also make a crisp sound of ding bells.
Although the woman's face was covered by a man's body and could not be seen, she was much thinner than my wife in terms of body shape, and her breasts with bells should be only A-sized, so she is obviously not my wife
The picture in the second room was even more cruel. A plump woman was tied tightly in a solid wooden torture chair. The root of the woman's breasts was tightly tied by the belt. Her already plump breasts were tied into two slightly purple balls. On the breast balls, there were actually more than a dozen thin silver needles tied to each other, which were slightly shaking as the breast balls shook slightly.
On the two nipples of a woman, each with a metal clip connected to the wire, and the other end of the wire is connected to a battery control box. Judging from the flashing red light on the control box, the device should have entered a standby state.
A man in a suit and ties stood next to him, which was in sharp contrast to the plump woman tied to a chair naked. The man held a plastic box the size of a matchbox in his hand and gently pressed a button on it. The woman first arched her body suddenly. If it weren't for being fixed to the meaning of the belt and body, she would probably jump up directly, and then she trembled violently. Even though she was wearing a stick-shaped mouth on her mouth, she still couldn't stop her from making a howl like a pig.
A woman's hair is short, and her screams sound very different from Wen Jie, so I basically concluded that this is not my wife
Compared to the first two rooms, the third room seemed much quieter, but there were three men, two men wearing security guard clothes, and another thin man in gray striped shirt, directing them to tie a naked woman to a pommel horse mat.
The saddle horse is about 1 meter high, and the length of the leather pad is only enough to withstand the woman's body torso. After the woman was lying on top, her head and legs were hanging outside. The woman's face was blocked by the drooping hair, and her breasts were lying on the leather pad, so she could not see the size of her breasts. The only thing she could see was that the woman had a plump butt like her wife, especially after a small cushion on her abdomen, her big butt was slightly raised, which looked particularly attractive.
The woman's hands were tied behind her back. Two security guards used belts to pass through her armpits and waist, fixed her torso on the leather pad, and then folded her thighs and calves in turn and fixed them on the pillars on both sides of the saddle horse. Because the width of the leather pad is about 20 cm, after this, the woman's legs can only be kept open. In addition to the height of her butt, the woman's vagina and anus should be exposed to the air.
During the whole process of being tied up, the woman did not resist at all, and she didn't even beg for mercy. She was like a female slave who had been fully trained and tamed. She also reminded me of my wife who had no sense of resistance in the examination room before. However, this kind of bondage at this moment was much more humiliating than her wife who was simply handcuffed and handcuffed at that time.
How could a wife who had never been seen by a strange man a day ago, who would get angry on the spot if a client touched her butt, be tied up like this without resistance?
From this point of view, I think this woman cannot be my wife
Do you want to block her mouth? A security guard took out a mouth-tight ball and shook it beside the woman
No, I just like the voice of women. The man waved his hand
It's like some people like to eat rice, some people like to eat pasta, in SM, some people like to hear the whimpering sounds made by women being gagged, some people like to hear the woman's pleading or screaming, just like the man in the first room
OK, Mr. Watanabe, you can call us at any time if you need it. One of the security guards pointed at a red button on the wall.
Watanabe...
Watanabe...
, Could this man be the Junichi Watanabe mentioned by Fujita?
That anal fetish who likes to play with women's ass?
If this man is really Junichi Watanabe, the woman tied to the pommel, wouldn’t it be my wife’s document?
But why didn't she resist at all?
Is she still my wise wife who slapped the client?
But the development of the situation did not give me a chance to think deeply, and the two security guards walked towards the door, only a few steps away from me
I swept around and there was a dark corner not far from the door, which was the only place to hide. I strided over and hid in the dark place.
Fortunately, after the two security guards came out of the room, they walked in the other direction, and my beating heart gradually calmed down.
I returned to the door again, but after experiencing the false alarm just now, I became more careful, while observing the situation in the house, and looking around from time to time
The man was circling around the woman who was tied up tightly, like a lion surrounding the prey that had lost its ability to resist, thinking about where to go
Because of the angle of the sash blade, I can only see the man's chest and cannot see his face, so I can't be sure that he is Junichi Watanabe, maybe just another bastard named Watanabe.
The man stroked the woman's buttocks and thighs from time to time, and made a slight squeal on his mouth, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry to invade her. If an ordinary man faced such a scene, he would probably have been unable to help but lift his gun and get on the horse. This man's determination made me feel a little scary.
The man squatted on the woman's head. That angle allowed me to see his face. The wrinkled pointed cheeks, who else could it be if it weren't for Junichi Watanabe, and I could almost certainly be my wife with this woman tied with her butt on her pommel.
Watanabe held up the woman's chin and made her face look at her: I haven't seen such an excellent slave as my wife for a long time, especially this butt is really a top-notch Ah!
The woman suddenly shook her head to the other side and shook Watanabe's hand away. Her unyielding face was facing the door, which made me look really real. This is my beloved wife Ah
No matter what you want to do, please hurry up. The wife said lightly, as if it was just a normal communication, only her frown revealed her disgust for these things
When I heard my wife's words, I felt sad. She showed the kind of cooperation she showed in front of me. It was indeed pretending to show me, to stimulate me, or to retaliate against me?
In her heart, Wen Jie is still the self-esteem and self-reliant Wen Jie, but in such a place, how long can this self-esteem and self-reliant last?
Hurry up? Watanabe smiled, making people feel a little scared. Here, we have time, especially when dealing with beauties like our wife, we need to be even more patient
What exactly are you going to do? The wife became a little impatient: Don’t you guys just want to fuck a woman?
Then come on!
My wife's words hit me in the chest like a heavy punch. What she said must include her husband, the husband who had sex with other women in the club
When she was tied into this position, she must have thought that these men were going to force themselves into
NONONO, Watanabe laughed loudly when he heard his wife's words. In this place, the greatest value of a woman is for playing, not for fucking.
Moreover, Watanabe stood up and pushed a cart with two-layer trays to his wife. It would probably not take long before you would expect to be fucked by the men.
My wife should have seen the object on the cart, turned her head to the other side again, and her bound body began to twist with some anxiety.
Don't dream, I won't be like this even if I die. My wife still looks so strong, which makes me feel very relieved.
However, I heard that the wife voluntarily became a fifth-class slave, which is something that a very lewd woman can do.
Watanabe put his hand on his wife's butt and slowly leaned down. This time his wife did not struggle. Perhaps she had experienced the power of hemp ropes and belts, and knew that resistance was useless.
Yes, a lewd body like the wife must have a lewd heart, but it just needs to be trained and developed.
Watanabe's hand had already reached his wife's thighs, as if he was rubbing a part there.
No... don't... nonsense... The wife seemed to be enduring the stimulation brought by Watanabe's hands, and her words became a little difficult. If you want to... do... whatever... come...
The lady can't wait to be played with. Watanabe cooperated to pull back his hand and returned to the tray.
Although Watanabe said this, I understand my wife's psychology at the moment. In fact, she is not looking forward to being played with and trained. She just hopes that all this can start and end quickly. But she underestimates the methods of these people. They just want to peel off her dignity and personality layer by layer, like peeling onions, and transforming her into a real toy-dog.
I wonder how my wife wants to be played with?
Watanabe took out a columnar glass object with a cold light from the tray. After a closer look, it was a large glass syringe. I naturally knew the purpose of this thing, and my wife must have guessed that this was not a good thing. You can see from her tight body.
You can do whatever you want... Please... hurry up. Although my wife is still so tenacious, her tone is already much softer than she was at the beginning.
The sophisticated Watanabe certainly knew that his wife wanted to fight quickly, but instead seemed particularly patient. He picked up the props in the tray one by one and explained the purpose to his wife, but put them back:
This is Kaisailu. Although it is small in size, it can have an average enema liquid of 500CC. It is very suitable for women who are just receiving enema. However, as big as your butt, it should be more suitable for the large syringe just now.
This is an anal dilator, which is specially designed to deal with those disobedient buttocks. It can easily open the lady's anus. The scenery inside must be very beautiful, right?
This one is an anal plug, and it has different sizes, but if you have not trained your butt like your wife, it is enough to use the smallest one?
……
Watanabe patiently introduced the functions and functions of each prop and gestured on his wife from time to time. Although I couldn't see his wife's expression, her body was tense and her fists were tightly clenched together. Obviously, she was in extreme anxiety, but she tried hard to control her to show it.
In this room, it seems much quieter than the two rooms just now, but the atmosphere is not relaxed. On the one hand, his wife is holding back her uneasy and fear, and on the other hand, Watanabe patiently stimulates his wife's bottom line, but the situation is obviously developing in a favorable direction in Watanabe. After all, the other side is just a woman, a woman tied up with her hands and feet naked.
There was another glass basin filled with liquid in front of his wife. Watanabe put the syringe into the basin and sucked the liquid in front of his wife, as if demonstrating how to use this to give her an enema.
After a few rounds, my wife finally couldn't control her inner emotions: Come on, don't waste time
What's wrong? Can't wait to get enema? Watanabe injected a full tube of liquid back into the basin again
Yes, I can't wait to get enema, okay, my wife's voice is a little hysterical. Since I met her, I have never seen her so irritable
NONONO, this attitude should not be given to someone. Watanabe is obviously not satisfied with his wife's degree of surrender.
Please, give me an enema quickly! My wife's voice was a little trembling, with a little helplessness
Watanabe picked up the glass basin, walked to the back of his wife, and sucked the syringe in the syringe again.
Are you finally going to give your wife an enema?
I held my breath and waited for this scene to happen, but unexpectedly, Watanabe injected the liquid from the needle directly onto my wife's buttocks, causing the bound body to tremble violently.
You should say, please give the bitch an enema! Watanabe slapped his wife hard on the butt with his right hand, and the crisp sound echoed in the closed room for a long time.
Under Watanabe's constant stimulation and cold patience, his wife's spiritual defense finally collapsed. She repeated Watanabe's words in a crying tone: Please give the bitch an enema...
Haha, it was indeed a lewd bitch. I asked my master for the first time I met. I remembered Watanabe's smug laughter in the room, and the syringe in my hand finally aimed at the center of my wife's butt.
Don't move around, otherwise it will be bad for your charming asshole to hurt. Watanabe's words are purely unnecessary. After all, my wife has been tied up like this, and it is impossible to move her butt by one centimeter.
Although I couldn't see the situation between my wife's legs, from an angle, the slender glass nozzle should have pierced into her butt. At this time, Watanabe only needs to gently push the piston of the syringe, and the liquid full of the needle will be injected into her rectum.
My independent and self-reliant wife is finally going to be enema, and she is enema by a despicable Japanese man.
Logically, I should be very angry and even rushed in to rescue her. But strangely, I was actually looking forward to all this happening, and even held my breath, afraid of missing every moment
Suddenly, a hand was pressed on my shoulder. Before I could turn around, a familiar voice whispered in my ear: I guess you are here! Are you crazy? Don’t you know what the consequences will be?
My wife is inside... I didn't tell him that I've been here for a while, but I didn't try to rush in and save her
Even if your mother is inside, she can't do anything. Kawasaki grabbed one of my arms and pulled me towards the lounge...
This man named Watanabe is indeed obsessed with playing with his butts. The training in the three videos is all aimed at women's anus, but obviously it is not Watanabe's all means. What kind of training will my wife suffer from Watanabe's hands? Will she resist and struggle?
Or bear it silently like before?
A bold idea flashed through my mind. There was no staff in this lounge at this moment. Kawasaki also said that there was no monitoring probe on this floor, but it was just positioned through our bracelet. I took off the bracelet and hid it under the sofa cushion. In this way, those who monitored us would only think that I was still in the lounge.
I walked outside alone and followed the way I had just walked. First, I found the place where we met Fujita just now. There was a pool of dry water stains on the ground. It must be the saliva that drip from my wife's mouth when I was just staying to chat. I followed the trolley marks of the cart and the intermittent water stains and came to a corner. The arrows there were red, which meant that only VIP members could enter. If I brought a bracelet, I would be found as long as I walked into this area.
I touched my empty wrist, made sure the bracelet was not on my body, and plucked up my courage to continue walking forward. Although the road was winding, there were no obvious forks. With obvious traces on the ground leading the way, I walked to a wide corridor. When I arrived here, there were more traces of pulleys on the ground. I didn't know which one was left by the cart carrying my wife just now.
Judging from the icons on the wall, this place should be the original soldier room, but obviously after modification, each room is equipped with a thick iron door, as if it is like a prison. The waves of women's wailing and moans from these rooms add a hint of horror to this place.
There is a louver-shaped transverse window on top and bottom of each iron door. The upper transverse window is larger, which seems to be used to maintain sufficient air circulation with the outdoors, which makes it convenient for me to peek inside through the fan blades of the transverse window.
But it would be fine if I didn't look at it, but it made me even more heartbreaking. What club is here and there? This is clearly a woman's living hell. In the room, a woman was tied upside down and hung upside down in the air. Her legs were forcibly separated by a rope, forming a V-shaped shape. A shirtless fat man was holding a hard whip and was whipping the tenderest part between the woman's legs. Every time she whipped the woman, she would make a miserable scream, and the two metal bells sandwiched on her nipples would also make a crisp sound of ding bells.
Although the woman's face was covered by a man's body and could not be seen, she was much thinner than my wife in terms of body shape, and her breasts with bells should be only A-sized, so she is obviously not my wife
The picture in the second room was even more cruel. A plump woman was tied tightly in a solid wooden torture chair. The root of the woman's breasts was tightly tied by the belt. Her already plump breasts were tied into two slightly purple balls. On the breast balls, there were actually more than a dozen thin silver needles tied to each other, which were slightly shaking as the breast balls shook slightly.
On the two nipples of a woman, each with a metal clip connected to the wire, and the other end of the wire is connected to a battery control box. Judging from the flashing red light on the control box, the device should have entered a standby state.
A man in a suit and ties stood next to him, which was in sharp contrast to the plump woman tied to a chair naked. The man held a plastic box the size of a matchbox in his hand and gently pressed a button on it. The woman first arched her body suddenly. If it weren't for being fixed to the meaning of the belt and body, she would probably jump up directly, and then she trembled violently. Even though she was wearing a stick-shaped mouth on her mouth, she still couldn't stop her from making a howl like a pig.
A woman's hair is short, and her screams sound very different from Wen Jie, so I basically concluded that this is not my wife
Compared to the first two rooms, the third room seemed much quieter, but there were three men, two men wearing security guard clothes, and another thin man in gray striped shirt, directing them to tie a naked woman to a pommel horse mat.
The saddle horse is about 1 meter high, and the length of the leather pad is only enough to withstand the woman's body torso. After the woman was lying on top, her head and legs were hanging outside. The woman's face was blocked by the drooping hair, and her breasts were lying on the leather pad, so she could not see the size of her breasts. The only thing she could see was that the woman had a plump butt like her wife, especially after a small cushion on her abdomen, her big butt was slightly raised, which looked particularly attractive.
The woman's hands were tied behind her back. Two security guards used belts to pass through her armpits and waist, fixed her torso on the leather pad, and then folded her thighs and calves in turn and fixed them on the pillars on both sides of the saddle horse. Because the width of the leather pad is about 20 cm, after this, the woman's legs can only be kept open. In addition to the height of her butt, the woman's vagina and anus should be exposed to the air.
During the whole process of being tied up, the woman did not resist at all, and she didn't even beg for mercy. She was like a female slave who had been fully trained and tamed. She also reminded me of my wife who had no sense of resistance in the examination room before. However, this kind of bondage at this moment was much more humiliating than her wife who was simply handcuffed and handcuffed at that time.
How could a wife who had never been seen by a strange man a day ago, who would get angry on the spot if a client touched her butt, be tied up like this without resistance?
From this point of view, I think this woman cannot be my wife
Do you want to block her mouth? A security guard took out a mouth-tight ball and shook it beside the woman
No, I just like the voice of women. The man waved his hand
It's like some people like to eat rice, some people like to eat pasta, in SM, some people like to hear the whimpering sounds made by women being gagged, some people like to hear the woman's pleading or screaming, just like the man in the first room
OK, Mr. Watanabe, you can call us at any time if you need it. One of the security guards pointed at a red button on the wall.
Watanabe...
Watanabe...
, Could this man be the Junichi Watanabe mentioned by Fujita?
That anal fetish who likes to play with women's ass?
If this man is really Junichi Watanabe, the woman tied to the pommel, wouldn’t it be my wife’s document?
But why didn't she resist at all?
Is she still my wise wife who slapped the client?
But the development of the situation did not give me a chance to think deeply, and the two security guards walked towards the door, only a few steps away from me
I swept around and there was a dark corner not far from the door, which was the only place to hide. I strided over and hid in the dark place.
Fortunately, after the two security guards came out of the room, they walked in the other direction, and my beating heart gradually calmed down.
I returned to the door again, but after experiencing the false alarm just now, I became more careful, while observing the situation in the house, and looking around from time to time
The man was circling around the woman who was tied up tightly, like a lion surrounding the prey that had lost its ability to resist, thinking about where to go
Because of the angle of the sash blade, I can only see the man's chest and cannot see his face, so I can't be sure that he is Junichi Watanabe, maybe just another bastard named Watanabe.
The man stroked the woman's buttocks and thighs from time to time, and made a slight squeal on his mouth, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry to invade her. If an ordinary man faced such a scene, he would probably have been unable to help but lift his gun and get on the horse. This man's determination made me feel a little scary.
The man squatted on the woman's head. That angle allowed me to see his face. The wrinkled pointed cheeks, who else could it be if it weren't for Junichi Watanabe, and I could almost certainly be my wife with this woman tied with her butt on her pommel.
Watanabe held up the woman's chin and made her face look at her: I haven't seen such an excellent slave as my wife for a long time, especially this butt is really a top-notch Ah!
The woman suddenly shook her head to the other side and shook Watanabe's hand away. Her unyielding face was facing the door, which made me look really real. This is my beloved wife Ah
No matter what you want to do, please hurry up. The wife said lightly, as if it was just a normal communication, only her frown revealed her disgust for these things
When I heard my wife's words, I felt sad. She showed the kind of cooperation she showed in front of me. It was indeed pretending to show me, to stimulate me, or to retaliate against me?
In her heart, Wen Jie is still the self-esteem and self-reliant Wen Jie, but in such a place, how long can this self-esteem and self-reliant last?
Hurry up? Watanabe smiled, making people feel a little scared. Here, we have time, especially when dealing with beauties like our wife, we need to be even more patient
What exactly are you going to do? The wife became a little impatient: Don’t you guys just want to fuck a woman?
Then come on!
My wife's words hit me in the chest like a heavy punch. What she said must include her husband, the husband who had sex with other women in the club
When she was tied into this position, she must have thought that these men were going to force themselves into
NONONO, Watanabe laughed loudly when he heard his wife's words. In this place, the greatest value of a woman is for playing, not for fucking.
Moreover, Watanabe stood up and pushed a cart with two-layer trays to his wife. It would probably not take long before you would expect to be fucked by the men.
My wife should have seen the object on the cart, turned her head to the other side again, and her bound body began to twist with some anxiety.
Don't dream, I won't be like this even if I die. My wife still looks so strong, which makes me feel very relieved.
However, I heard that the wife voluntarily became a fifth-class slave, which is something that a very lewd woman can do.
Watanabe put his hand on his wife's butt and slowly leaned down. This time his wife did not struggle. Perhaps she had experienced the power of hemp ropes and belts, and knew that resistance was useless.
Yes, a lewd body like the wife must have a lewd heart, but it just needs to be trained and developed.
Watanabe's hand had already reached his wife's thighs, as if he was rubbing a part there.
No... don't... nonsense... The wife seemed to be enduring the stimulation brought by Watanabe's hands, and her words became a little difficult. If you want to... do... whatever... come...
The lady can't wait to be played with. Watanabe cooperated to pull back his hand and returned to the tray.
Although Watanabe said this, I understand my wife's psychology at the moment. In fact, she is not looking forward to being played with and trained. She just hopes that all this can start and end quickly. But she underestimates the methods of these people. They just want to peel off her dignity and personality layer by layer, like peeling onions, and transforming her into a real toy-dog.
I wonder how my wife wants to be played with?
Watanabe took out a columnar glass object with a cold light from the tray. After a closer look, it was a large glass syringe. I naturally knew the purpose of this thing, and my wife must have guessed that this was not a good thing. You can see from her tight body.
You can do whatever you want... Please... hurry up. Although my wife is still so tenacious, her tone is already much softer than she was at the beginning.
The sophisticated Watanabe certainly knew that his wife wanted to fight quickly, but instead seemed particularly patient. He picked up the props in the tray one by one and explained the purpose to his wife, but put them back:
This is Kaisailu. Although it is small in size, it can have an average enema liquid of 500CC. It is very suitable for women who are just receiving enema. However, as big as your butt, it should be more suitable for the large syringe just now.
This is an anal dilator, which is specially designed to deal with those disobedient buttocks. It can easily open the lady's anus. The scenery inside must be very beautiful, right?
This one is an anal plug, and it has different sizes, but if you have not trained your butt like your wife, it is enough to use the smallest one?
……
Watanabe patiently introduced the functions and functions of each prop and gestured on his wife from time to time. Although I couldn't see his wife's expression, her body was tense and her fists were tightly clenched together. Obviously, she was in extreme anxiety, but she tried hard to control her to show it.
In this room, it seems much quieter than the two rooms just now, but the atmosphere is not relaxed. On the one hand, his wife is holding back her uneasy and fear, and on the other hand, Watanabe patiently stimulates his wife's bottom line, but the situation is obviously developing in a favorable direction in Watanabe. After all, the other side is just a woman, a woman tied up with her hands and feet naked.
There was another glass basin filled with liquid in front of his wife. Watanabe put the syringe into the basin and sucked the liquid in front of his wife, as if demonstrating how to use this to give her an enema.
After a few rounds, my wife finally couldn't control her inner emotions: Come on, don't waste time
What's wrong? Can't wait to get enema? Watanabe injected a full tube of liquid back into the basin again
Yes, I can't wait to get enema, okay, my wife's voice is a little hysterical. Since I met her, I have never seen her so irritable
NONONO, this attitude should not be given to someone. Watanabe is obviously not satisfied with his wife's degree of surrender.
Please, give me an enema quickly! My wife's voice was a little trembling, with a little helplessness
Watanabe picked up the glass basin, walked to the back of his wife, and sucked the syringe in the syringe again.
Are you finally going to give your wife an enema?
I held my breath and waited for this scene to happen, but unexpectedly, Watanabe injected the liquid from the needle directly onto my wife's buttocks, causing the bound body to tremble violently.
You should say, please give the bitch an enema! Watanabe slapped his wife hard on the butt with his right hand, and the crisp sound echoed in the closed room for a long time.
Under Watanabe's constant stimulation and cold patience, his wife's spiritual defense finally collapsed. She repeated Watanabe's words in a crying tone: Please give the bitch an enema...
Haha, it was indeed a lewd bitch. I asked my master for the first time I met. I remembered Watanabe's smug laughter in the room, and the syringe in my hand finally aimed at the center of my wife's butt.
Don't move around, otherwise it will be bad for your charming asshole to hurt. Watanabe's words are purely unnecessary. After all, my wife has been tied up like this, and it is impossible to move her butt by one centimeter.
Although I couldn't see the situation between my wife's legs, from an angle, the slender glass nozzle should have pierced into her butt. At this time, Watanabe only needs to gently push the piston of the syringe, and the liquid full of the needle will be injected into her rectum.
My independent and self-reliant wife is finally going to be enema, and she is enema by a despicable Japanese man.
Logically, I should be very angry and even rushed in to rescue her. But strangely, I was actually looking forward to all this happening, and even held my breath, afraid of missing every moment
Suddenly, a hand was pressed on my shoulder. Before I could turn around, a familiar voice whispered in my ear: I guess you are here! Are you crazy? Don’t you know what the consequences will be?
My wife is inside... I didn't tell him that I've been here for a while, but I didn't try to rush in and save her
Even if your mother is inside, she can't do anything. Kawasaki grabbed one of my arms and pulled me towards the lounge...
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