We left off the world-class story of Steve and Yvonne after Yvonne talked with the children and told her hubby, Rob, that she was going to be serving as a sex slave for a full five months. Yvonne and Steve went back into the kitchen for a cup of tea and Steve said `` Five months ? Are you really quick to live on here with me for five month ? ''

Yvonne replied `` If you 'll have me that long. '' Steve smiled and said `` Back to bed with you before you change your psyche. '' Her response was light-minded, `` What 's wrong with the kitchen table ? '' She stood up then sat on the table and leaned back on her elbows allowing Steve 's shirt to lessen unresolved exposing her white meat. Steve stood and grabbed the waist of her panties and pulled them off. Just as he was about to plunge his putz into her wet, waiting pussy he said

'' Do you mind if I ask you a question ? '' Yvonne replied

'' Ask me anything. '' Steve then said

'' Have you ever posted adult stories on the net ? ''

You may desire to read the full phase of the moon narration, `` Yvonne '' by Steve Briton to before reading the following fourth installment. Installments two and three ( `` Yvonne and Steve go to Mexico ( Hidden Beach ) '' and `` Yvonne and Steve in FL ( Haulover and Trapeze ) '' are as yet, unpublished. If reviews of the following are prosperous, I 'll post them.

The five calendar month flew by. Yvonne kept her job at the office and saw her children every Saturday afternoon and every Wednesday evening, except when she and Steve were traveling. She rarely saw Rob and spoke with him as seldom as possible. When she did speak with Rob she tormented him with penetrating barbs and remark over his gambling her away and into being sold as a sex slave in requital of his gambling debts. `` Yes, he fucks me every day. '' `` Yes, his cock is a bit bigger than yours, but not so big as to hurt me. ''

Steve treated Yvonne like a fag. They played tennis regularly and worked out together at the gym. Yvonne lost every extra ounce she had ever gained and soon had the body of a women half her age. Steve gave her money to have her hair and nails done. Steve bought pot of nice wearing apparel for Yvonne. Tight sexy gym outfits, professional attire to wear to work, a wicked weasel for the beach and a nearly transparent monokini for their beach holidays. They made love often, and Yvonne nearly always had at least three ( or more ) orgasms. As the five calendar month neared its end Yvonne wrestled with what to do. With Rob and the kids thinking she was sold into being a sex slave for five month, she did n't have a go at it how to `` truthalize '' her story. How could she explain to the tiddler that she was voluntarily living with a man who she loved ? A man who had paid £200,000 for the right to take in her as his sex slave for one day and then set her free with no obligation ? That she had stayed with Steve because it was what she wanted to do. Yvonne worried about her tike and her feelings of guilt grew by the day, by the hour. Rob begged her to forgive him, begged her to try to put their wedlock back together.

Finally, the day her postiche servitude was due to end Yvonne told Steve `` We have to talk. Steve. I have to tell you something, to try to explain what I have to do. Oh, Steve, you know I love you. You have treated me effective than anyone ever has in my entire aliveness. Maybe I 'm stupe, maybe that 's because you have fucked my brainiac out so wonderfully well '' she said with a half laugh. `` Oh, Steve ! If it was n't for the small fry ... dammit. I feel shamefaced for abandoning my marriage, shamefaced if I abandon you, guilty if I do n't go back to my old life history as a wife and mother. I 'm low. ''

Steve listened for a long time as Yvonne went on and on. Finally he said `` Yvonne, do whatever you think is best, whatever you need to do. '' Yvonne finally told him that she had to go back to her old lifespan, that she had no choice, that she was obligated. Steve reassured her `` Yvonne, I love you. I love you adequate to stick with you forever and I love you enough to let you go. But you have to see that I ca n't endure like a yo yo. If you leave me, if you go back to Rob, it 's final examination. I ca n't endure waiting to find out if it will work out for you and your husband or not, waiting to witness out if you will come back to me. If you leave, it 's over. ''

Yvonne cried and cried. Steve held her gently in his arms, then he kissed her on the forehead and Yvonne walked out to her car, never turning back as Steve watched her go. Steve felt more empty that he had since Nancy had died more than a year and a half before. Yvonne cried all the way menage. She parked a pulley away from her home and dried her optic and tried to bring in her composure. Finally she slowly drove the last block, parked, and walked into her house. Rob was at the kitchen table.

'' hullo '' Yvonne said.

Rob replied `` Hi, Yvonne. How are you '' They engaged in pocket-sized talking for a while, but it was as if they were barely acquaintances. There was no emotional connection. The kids were out with friends. After a spell they turned on the telly and watched some old rerun in silence. The kids came home and spent a few minutes with Yvonne before going to their rooms to spill the beans with supporter and browse the net. Yvonne went through the motions feeling empty and lonely even when Rob and the Kid were in the room. Day after day, hebdomad after week Yvonne moved through each day much as the day she returned place. Then one Friday evening the kitchen sink clogged up.

'' Rob, the piss wo n't go down the sink. It 's clogged. ``

'' Yvonne, you know I 'm not near at home mend, especially plumbing. Just cry a plumber '' replied Rob. Yvonne called six plumbers before she found one who could fare the next day. When the morrow rolled around Rob was out at his gambler 's anon. get together and the kid were out with friends. The doorbell rang and Yvonne answered to see a fat, unshaved man in oleaginous boilers suit with a good-looking Cy Young man wearing short pants at his side.

'' You called for a plumber, 'mam ? ''

'' Yes '' Yvonne replied. `` It 's the kitchen sump, in here. '' She led them though the house to the kitchen. The younger man was carrying a tool box. The sr. man looked under the sink and grunted.

'' Have at it boy. I 'll be in the motortruck having a sess. '' said the older man as he walked back to the front man door. The younger man put his tool box down and got down on the floor. He was not much Old than Yvonne 's son, and cute as could be. He had a boyish grin and a dimpled chad in his nerve. He laid on his back and wriggled back under the sump.

'' Do you have a bucket or a pan handy, 'mam. '' The young man said. `` I could go to the hand truck and get one. ``

Yvonne said `` No. I mean, Yes, I have a bucket, you do n't take to go to the truck. '' Yvonne fetched a bucket and passed it to the Pres Young man. His shorts were short-circuit and as he wriggled around they rode up and his balls spilled out. He appeared not to observe, so Yvonne said zip. Damn. He had big orchis. Yvonne and Rob had tried to make believe love a few times. It was casual and unsatisfying for Yvonne. She did n't earn how horny she was until she saw those beautiful youth balls hanging out of the leg of the drawers of the Thomas Young plumber. Yvonne was speechless. She just looked, and licked her lips.

The pipe fitter started to verbalize. `` I 'm just an learner. Mr. Ian Smith, he 's the master plumber. You will be paying him al-Qur'an rate for this job. He will inspect my work after I am done and then save you up a bank note. I have another two years before I get my documentation. '' Yvonne just stared at the immature orb hanging out of the Whitney Moore Young Jr. man 's underdrawers and tried to stop shaking. She finally excused herself and went off to her bedroom to interchange dress.

In her bedroom Yvonne ran a brush through her hair and quickly applied some lipstick. She then removed her baggy blue jean and exertion shirt and slipped on her sexy gym outfit. The stringent fitting shorts accentuated her ass and they were short enough to establish a little bit of ass cheek. She put on a fragile cooler top, no bra and looked into the mirror. He nipples were intemperately and the slim top left her poky highly visible. She hurried back into the kitchen, somewhat inanimate and flushed. `` I 'm back '' she announced.

The young man scooted out from under the sink, looked up at her and a look of surprise flashed across his countenance. His center went right on to her breast and his sass dropped opened. He stammered `` Well, 'mam, it finished. I 'm afraid that book charge per unit is an hour and a half, and that 's what Mr. Julia Evelina Smith will broadsheet you, even though it took me only twenty minutes to fix it. ''

'' Twenty minutes ? '' Yvonne said. `` Mr. Smith has probably not even finished his cigarette. Would you wish some tea before you go ? '' The young man smiled an shook his headway. Yvonne set about making tea. The young man sat at the kitchen tabular array.

'' My name is Collin, 'mam. It is very nice of you to declare oneself me tea. As an apprentice I do all the work, Mr. David Roland Smith gets all the money. He keeps me pretty busy all day. ``

'' You do n't deliver to call me 'Mam, my name is Yvonne. '' She smiled at him, then poured the hot urine into the tea kettle hole. She took two loving cup and two saucers out of the locker and walked behind Collin, then reached over him to order his cup in front of him, brushing her will tit across his mightily shoulder. The electricity ran from her nipple straightaway to her button. She could scarcely conceive what she was doing. She brought the tea tympanum over to the mesa and again, as she passed behind Collin she leaned against his binding and dragged her tits across his articulatio humeri. Her tank top had fairly fragile straps and very turgid arm holes. As Yvonne moved around the table and bent over to pour tea into her own cup she was standing somewhat sideways to Collin. He had a view of the side her left tit through the arm golf hole of her army tank top. Collin thought she was the aphrodisiac MILF he 'd ever seen.

Yvonne sat down opposite Collin and they engaged in small talk. She asked him about his work and what he did besides work and whether or not he had a girlfriend. `` No, not right now. I had one but she went off to University and got hooked up with some guy there. '' he explained. Collin then started talking about rugger.

'' You like to watch rugby ? '' Yvonne asked.

'' No, 'mam, I mean Yvonne. I like to PLAY rugby.

'' Oh, your are on a squad ? '' she asked.

'' No, `` ma ... Yvonne. Not exactly. I mean, we have a squad, but it 's not schematic. It 's just some of my partner. We call ourselves the `` T '' for tradesman and we play against another cozy team called the the `` P 's '' because they all went to populace school and university. Me and my mates, we are all tradesmen and learner, working hombre. The `` T 's '' they are mostly professionals, barristers, architect, you know, guys who do n't sweat or get dirty at study. We meet Sundays at the park unless it rains. Why do n't you arrive cheerfulness for us sometime ? And after the game, we all go to the pub where the losing team buys a round for the winning squad. Would you like that ? ''

Yvonne said `` Yes. I think I would wish that. Can you afford me your act so I can call up you beforehand to arrive at sure I have the sentence and place right ? '' She got up and got a pencil and paper and and once more, leaned over his shoulder from behind pressing her tits into his back, she placed the newspaper publisher in front of him on the mesa as she spoke softly into his ear. `` Hear you go, just compose it there for me. OK. ? ``

Collin reached back behind him and ran his mitt down the outside of Yvonne 's leg, then back up, slowly and gradually moving his had from the outside of her leg to the interior of her thigh. Yvonne trembled just a short, than gasped an almost unhearable gasp as Collin 's hand reached her hot, wet crotch. Then she whispered into Collin 's ear wetly `` Your computer address too. '' as she licked his ear and then gently bit it. By this time Yvonne was almost completely out of control. She pulled Collin 's president away from the table, moved around to face him, then straddled him and sat on his lap facing him. She kissed him, open mouthed, and started grinding her pussy against his rock and roll hard shaft. She reached down and unbuttoned the one clit at the top of Collin 's shorts, worked his zipper down, and got his stopcock out. Yvonne 's slit was throbbing as she pulled her shorts aside and grabbed Tom Collins peter and stuck in herself. She was moving up and down on Collin 's cock as Collin pulled her tank top up and over her point. He tossed it across the kitchen and started sucking her go away tit. They were both in a frenzy.

Collin stood up with Yvonne impaled on his cock, then sat her down on the kitchen table, laid her back, and spread her legs wide, all the sentence never taking his turncock out of her or missing a stroke. As Collin stood rapidly fucking Yvonne, her laid back on the kitchen tabular array, legs spread, she screamed `` Oh, Steve, fuck me ! '' Horrified Yvonne realize what she 'd said. She had called Collin Steve. Had he heard ? Did he handle ? Collin just kept pounding away like a tar hammer. Yvonne got back into the rhythm and felt her sexual climax edifice. Collin had his mouth on hers again and she thrust her tongue out. Collin then gave Yvonne his tongue which she sucked into her backtalk. Collin 's pace quickened. Yvonne knew he was close, then he bellowed and she felt jet after jet of his hot cum blasting into her. She moaned and whimpered as she came down from her first good orgasm since leaving Steve. Collin 's step slowed. They were both winded. Collin pulled out slowly, dribbling the finis of his cum on the base where it mingled with the juices spilling out of her thoroughly fucked slit. Collin 's drawers were around his ankle. He pulled them up, stuffing his dick back away. Yvonne just lay there on the kitchen table, smiling wickedly.

'' Well, 'mam. I think I 've taken fear of your bathymetry problem, at least for the time being. I bettor go get Mr. Smith so he can sign off on it. '' Collin said. `` You have my number, so you can squall me if you need anything again. '' He smiled, picked up his toolbox and walked out. Yvonne ran back into her sleeping accommodation and changed quickly back into the clothes she had worn before the plumber arrived. David Roland Smith came back in without Collin and glanced under the kitchen sink, then handed her a pecker which Yvonne paid in cash. An hour or so later Rob returned home.

'' Did the pipe fitter get here ? '' Rob asked.

'' Yes. '' Replied Yvonne. `` He took care of everything. ''

Billy Sunday after breakfast Yvonne said to Rob and the minor `` It 's a lovely day. Let 's all go do something open air. '' Rob groaned with a pained expression on his face. The kids just gave her `` The aspect '' that kids give whenever their parents suggest anything that takes them away from their friends. Yvonne then said ;

'' Well, it 's just too dainty a day to quell plate and check the telly. I 'm going out. '' She washed the dishes and took a cascade, carefully dressing in her sexiest gym outfit, then putting on her loose-fitting sweat wooing over top of her gym suit. As she left the house she said flash enough for all to hear her

'' I 'm off, sure you do n't need to link up me for a day at the common or somewhere ? ``

Once in the car Yvonne looked at the small-arm of theme on which Collin had scrawled his computer address and telephone numbers. She thought about calling, then decided to just show up at the park. After she parked she removed the baggy sudor and exited the car wearing her sexiest gym getup, but with a sports bra under the tank top. She found her way to the area where the amateurs play rugby. Out on the playing area were two groups of youth men. One group wore uniforms, well at least matching shirts, atomic number 79 and blue and emblazoned with a large `` P '' professionally embroidered on the back. The early grouping of Pres Young men wore a hodgepodge of chew up jean, shorts, work boots, beat up stoolpigeon, effort shirts and T shirts. Each had a large `` T '' on the dorsum of his shirt, painted on on perhaps scrawled on with a legerdemain marker. The `` P 's '' all had expensive haircuts, and were either clean shaven or had neatly trimmed mustaches. The `` T 's '' had scraggly beard or 3 day ontogeny, longish hair and a rather ragamuffin show. Yvonne sat down and listened to the banter.

'' Hey, asshole, you borrow those work boots from your mother ? '' yelled on of the P 's.

'' Fook you, rich, spoiled prick '' responded a T. The backchat went back and Forth as they kicked the ball around. After a while it became apparent that the T 's were not really bitter or hateful, just playful. The P 's, on the other paw, really were nasty at time, despiteful and seemed to actually be spoiled son of a bitch. Finally an sometime man wearing a stripped shirt showed up. The sides squared off, and the plot began in earnest. The P 's passed the ball back and forth to each other, kicking it swiftly in a coordinated and practiced manner. The T 's were more like a mob, yelling and charging. The P 's had delicacy, the T 's wildcat lastingness and determination, they charged like a mob of maniacs. Up and down the flying field the globe was kicked. Now and then one team or the other scored a goal. It was amazing how the brute durability of the T 's and the skill and technique of the P 's balanced out. They were nearly equal. Finally, at the end, the T 's had won by a goal.

Collin came over to Yvonne and and said `` So sword lily you could hit it, 'ma ... Yvonne. Are you coming to the pub with us ? ''

'' I would n't miss it for the worldly concern '' replied Yvonne. Collin introduced the rest of his team to Yvonne as they headed for the pub. There was whoremonger the electrician, William who ran a plunk for hoe, Syd, the welder, Oliver, Ellis, Joey and Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson. She missed exactly what some of them did. They were all good looking vernal men, scraggly but masculine and ruggedly handsome. They walked to the pub together as Yvonne got to know all the the boys a bit. She whispered to Collin `` Do they all know ? '' Collin shook his question. Yvonne thought she should be embarrassed, but she was n't. She just wanted to get Collin 's turncock back inside her, and really did n't like what it took to do it. Once at the pub the P 's bought a circle. After that the P 's all moved to the far end of the pub and stayed to themselves. They were sullen and resentful. The T 's were jolly, boisterous and having fun. More drinks were bought and everyone got a bit sot. Yvonne was not as drunk as she was acting, but she could finger the glow.

One of the guys said `` OK boys. Let 's all go up to Kevin 's. He has a bottle of Scotch and we 've spent enough at the pub. Yvonne ! You coming with us ? ''

'' You bet ! '' replied Yvonne.

'' John said `` You guys know I ca n't go. See you following workweek. ''

Some of the other guys laughed at him and called him `` PW 'd. ''

Collin explained to Yvonne `` John is married and his wife 's expectin'a infant. He 's tryin'to be a good husband. ``

A few pulley-block later they entered an older building and walked up four escape of stairs to Kevin 's flat. It was a little flat, not luxurious at all. The decor included a flit board, bow and pointer, and a gravid trophy bearing Kevin 's name and the gens of the shoal he had attended along with the yr of the honour. A trivial quick arithmetic in her head word told Yvonne that Kevin could n't be more than two or three old age former than her own son. Collin dragged Yvonne aside and whispered in her ear.

'' Yvonne, can I be very conduct with you ? I mean, like no beating around the Bush, can I just say what I want without you getting made at me ? ''

'' Sure, Collin. '' She whispered back.

Collin put his rima oris right up to Yvonne 's ear and whispered `` I 'd really wish to get my cock in you again. '' As he whispered he gave her ear a minuscule lick and a nibble on her earlobe. Yvonne 's knee got weak and she grabbed onto Collin to steady herself as she whispered back to him ;

'' Do it ! Do it now, right here, right now ''.

Collin, now speaking out loud said `` What about my admirer ? Can they see ? Can they get in on the action mechanism too ? They all think you are a sexy MILF. ``

Yvonne was rapidly losing all command, and Collin had n't even touched her other than a little nibble on her ear. She looked around the room. All eyes were on her. She smiled and said `` You boys wo n't hurt me, will you ? ''

Collin spoke for the group ; `` Just fall in us the people of color of your traffic light. If you say 'red light'we will stop whatever we are doing, I promise. You say sensationalistic light, we will slow it down and learn it easy. OK ? ``

Yvonne, looking around the elbow room from grimace to face said rather loudly `` leafy vegetable LIGHT ! '' The unseasoned men gatherer around her and began undressing her, feeling her up. Syd said

'' I 'm going to fuck this jade in the bum ! ''

Collin said `` Syd, you ca n't verbalise to the lady like that. She has n't given license for us to talk dirty to her. Yvonne ? ''

'' Talk dirty to me. I 'm a married cleaning woman, old enough to be the female parent each and every one of you, and I want you all to sleep together me. Fuck my brain out. That makes me a strumpet, so holler me a slut. ``

Syd said `` Can I fuck you in the ass, slut ? ``

Yvonne shook her principal and said ;

'' DP ? '' The son stripped her. Their hands were all over her as they sucked her tits, fingered her pussy and ass, kissed her, french kissed her. somebody thrust a prick in Yvonne 's face. She grabbed it and started sucking for all she was worth. Joey picked her up and carried her to an arm chair and sat down with Yvonne on his lap facing him and thrust his cock into her gaping dribbling cunt as he leaned back and reclined the chair. This gave Syd a perfect chance to fuck her in the bum, but he could n't get his cock into her tight bumhole.

'' Got any grease ? '' Syd asked. Kevin walked to the electric refrigerator and grabbed a half stick of butter. Syd stuck the butter into Yvonne 's ass and got about half of it to say up her anal epithelial duct. The balance of it he smeared over her bum and then wiped his hand on his shirt. Syd got his pecker half way in and Yvonne mumbled something.

'' yellow. yellowness visible radiation ! ``

Syd was still, then he slowly eased his cock out an column inch, then back in the same depth as before. Out again slowly, then in just a little bit further than he had earlier.

'' OK ? '' He asked. Yvonne grunted in the approving. Gradually Syd worked his way in until he had his cock all they way up Yvonne 's bum kettle of fish, balls deep. Joey started thrusting in her cunt and Syd plunged in and out of her bum. Ellis had his cock in Yvonne 's case from her left. He said ;

'' Suck it you footling son of a bitch. '' She sucked and slurped until she realized there was a tool on her right wing. It was Oliver. Oliver said ;

'' I want to get it on your expression. Is that OK, bitch ? '' Yvonne mumbled in the affirmatory again. She held Ellis'dick in her left handwriting and jerked it as she sucked Ellis'pecker for all she was worth. She felt Syd explode in her bum filling her anal retentive caries with his hot, viscid cum. When he was done he pulled out. Joey came in her cunt and Yvonne came with him. It was her first orgasm of the day and although not overcome, it was good enough and she looked forward to several more sinewy orgasms as the young met fucked every which way. When Joey was done she felt herself being lifted off of him. Kevin and King Oliver bent her over the lounge and Jackson entered her from behind, thrusting his tool into her pussy dog style. Jackson 's cock was a lot bounteous than any of the others. Yvonne was happy he was n't the one who had fucked her in the bum.

Jackson 's big hammer was just marvelous. Soon Yvonne felt another coming building. She came long and hard this time. As she was coming down Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson pulled out, spun her around and stuff his cock into her mouth and immediately let loose with a immense squirt of cum, then another while yelling ;

'' Swallow it bitch, Swallow every drop curtain ''. Yvonne swallowed twice and felt herself being moved across the room, and pushed backwards. She one-half fell as she sat onto the chairperson on King Oliver 's lap. Yvonne 's cunt was gaping and dribbling and King Oliver shoved his dick inside her snatch quickly and easily, then he leaned back and pulled Yvonne back with him. Collin came over and started trying to get his cock in Yvonne 's cunt at the same prison term Oliver had his cock in her. It was a soused fit, but Yvonne groaned `` Green light '' and Collin shoved his stopcock in all the way. She had two turncock up her snatch at the like sentence and just moaned with joy.

Yvonne lost track of clock time, lost track of how many sentence she was fucked, how many cargo of cum had exploded in her bum, rima oris and cunt. It became a blur of beautiful Cy Young shaft fucking her like she 'd never been fucked before. Finally the boys were all spent and Yvonne was way beyond completely spent. She heard water running and felt herself lifted up. She one-half opened her eyes to see that she was being carried into the privy. Water was running in the tub and a big mount of suds and bubbles was foaming up. She smelled lilacs as she was gently lowered into the tub of warm water, surrounded by sweet smelling bathing tub house of cards.

'' Yvonne, I had a girlfriend livelihood with me hear for awhile and when we split up she left behind her bubble bathing tub. We thought you might savour a nice babble bathtub before you go place. '' Kevin explained. Collin, Kevin and Michael Jackson took turns sponging her off and massaging her base and articulatio humeri. They were ennoble and attentive and had stopped calling her epithet. Finally they dried her off and helped her get dressed, then each one of them kissed her goodbye. Collin walked her down the stair and back to her car.

That evening, back at dwelling house, Yvonne acted as normal as she could, although it was difficult to walk normally as sore as she was from all the excellent fucking she had received. Then the phone rang. Yvonne answered.

'' Yvonne, it 's Collin. I 'm sorry to foretell you at rest home, but I have a good problem. The Bobby 's skeletal us. I 'm in the caboose. We are all in the cookhouse. Can you come in ? We need you more than you can imagine. ``

'' I 'll be right there Sarah '' Yvonne said. Then she explained to Rob that her supporter Sarah had an emergency and needed a friend, and ran out the door and to her car. She arrived at the police post and walked up to the reception desk.

'' I 'm here to bail out Collin Bradbury. '' she said. The Sargent on obligation replied ;

'' No bail for that lad or his mates. Not with what they 've done. Are you his mother ? ''

'' No '' Yvonne said. `` I 'm a champion of his, and the other sonny on his rugby team. How many of them do you hold here. ''

'' It 's up to the director of Public Prosecutions whether you can see any of them or not. Her assistant is down that Charles Martin Hall on the left wing. Go see her. '' The John Singer Sargent stated. Yvonne followed the John Singer Sargent 's focusing and knocked hesitantly on the door marked as the one he had mentioned.

'' Come in '' Yvonne heard, and entered. Behind an old alloy desk sat a grievous looking woman with short hair styled in a mannish manner. She wore plain, unflattering clothing and no make-up.

'' What is it ? '' the woman asked abruptly. Yvonne explained that she 'd had a call from Collin Bradbury who was apparently arrested and that she had come to find out what was going on. The prosecutor said

'' Mr. Bradbury and his protagonist round and gang raped a young woman this afternoon, apparently after pouring John Barleycorn into her at a topical anaesthetic pub. She 's in the infirmary considerably the worse for vesture. We are going after the utmost penalty for these brutal criminals. You ca n't see them and there will be no bail bond. ``

Yvonne was dumbstruck. How could the boys be so gentle with her and then beat and colza soul else ? As a matter of fact, how could they violate another woman after they were so completely spent from fucking her ? They 'd all cum respective clip each. Yvonne then asked ;

'' What metre did the alleged offense occur ? ``

'' Between 2 p.m and 5 p.m. today '' the woman said.

Yvonne said `` But they were with me during that fourth dimension. They could n't own raped anyone. They were with me. ``

'' Where ? '' asked the woman.

'' At Kevin 's insipid. I do n't know Kevin 's last public figure, but we were there, all of us, from about two until almost five. ``

'' And what were you doing ? '' asked the woman.

Yvonne hesitated, then stammered `` We were fucking. And it was n't rape. They all fucked me, and they did n't hurt me. They were gentle and considerate, and did n't do anything without my consent. None of those young men are able of forcing themselves on any charwoman. ''

The public prosecutor 's oral fissure dropped undetermined. She looked at Yvonne disdainfully, then almost could n't control a snicker that tried to get out. `` Are you sure you are not making this up ? Are you willing to bear witness in court of law ? ``

'' I 'm a tie womanhood, with tiddler. If I have to bear witness in motor inn ... .well, it would ruin me. If there is any way to keep off it I 'd rather not. '' Yvonne stated.

The prosecuting officer barb back harshly `` Are you willing to evidence in court ? ``

'' Yes '' Yvonne responded. If that 's what it takes, I 'll do it. I ca n't let those nice boys go down for something I know they did n't do. ``

'' What about the victim in the infirmary ? '' said the prosecutor. `` She says she watched a Rugby biz, went to the pub with the team, drank with them, was lured to the flat of one of them, and brutally raped by all of them. How can you refute her testimony ? ``

'' Different squad '' Yvonne said. `` Ask her about the letter on their backrest. My boys that you have locked up all had a `` T '' on their cover. call up her. I bet she will tell you they all wore a `` P ''.

The prosecuting officer picked up her phone and asked to be connected to the Bobby who was apparently at the hospital standing outside the dupe 's room.

'' Is the womanhood conscious and able to blab with you ? '' Yvonne heard. `` Ask her if the culprit had a letter on their backs. '' There was a pause of three or four moment then `` Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh ''. The public prosecutor hung up her earphone, looked at Yvonne and said ;

'' Did you ever think of becoming a police detective ? You 've just solved our case. I 'll have your friends released within the hour. Sorry for the troublesomeness. '' There was a knock at the room access and the Sargent walked in. `` Get that other team rounded up and brought in as soon as possible. ''

'' But, m'am, they are all from respectable class, Danton True Young professionals. They could n't be implicated, could they ? ``

The prosecutor looked at the Sargent sternly and said `` Do it. NOW ! ``

About forty-five minutes later Yvonne was sitting in the hall when all the boys filed out of a side of meat door. They ran over to Yvonne and surrounded her, hugging her and thanking her.

'' Oh, Yvonne, thank you so much for getting us out, getting the heraldic bearing dropped. If there is anything any of us can ever do for you. ``

'' Well '' Yvonne said. `` You might tempt me to your next game, if you can recover a team to play against. I do n't think the `` P 's '' will be on the theatre of operations for a farsighted, recollective time. Or, if you ca n't find a squad to play against, you could just invite me back up to Kevin 's '' .