We left off the first story of Steve and Yvonne after Yvonne talked with the nipper and told her husband, Rob, that she was going to be serving as a sex slave for a full five calendar month. Yvonne and Steve went back into the kitchen for a cup of tea and Steve said `` Five calendar month ? Are you really ready to live here with me for five month ? ''

Yvonne replied `` If you 'll have me that long. '' Steve smiled and said `` book binding to bed with you before you change your mind. '' Her reply was flippant, `` What 's improper with the kitchen table ? '' She stood up then sat on the table and leaned back on her elbows allowing Steve 's shirt to fall spread out exposing her breasts. Steve stood and grabbed the waistline of her step-in and pulled them off. Just as he was about to plunge his cock into her wet, waiting kitty he said

'' Do you listen if I ask you a interrogative sentence ? '' Yvonne replied

'' Ask me anything. '' Steve then said

'' Have you ever posted pornographic level on the internet ? ''

You may want to record the replete tale, `` Yvonne '' by Steve Brit to before reading the surveil one-quarter installment. installing two and three ( `` Yvonne and Steve go to Mexico ( Hidden Beach ) '' and `` Yvonne and Steve in Florida ( Haulover and Trapeze ) '' are as yet, unpublished. If recap of the following are favorable, I 'll post them.

The five calendar month flew by. Yvonne kept her job at the office and saw her child every Saturday afternoon and every Wed 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 acute barbs and comments over his gambling her away and into being sold as a sex slave in payment of his gambling debts. `` Yes, he fucks me every day. '' `` Yes, his pecker is a bit larger than yours, but not so big as to hurt me. ''

Steve treated Yvonne like a queen. They played lawn tennis regularly and worked out together at the gym. Yvonne lost every extra apothecaries' ounce she had ever gained and soon had the body of a womanhood half her age. Steve gave her money to stimulate her hair and nails done. Steve bought pot of nice wearing apparel for Yvonne. Tight aphrodisiacal gym outfits, master attire to fall apart to work, a disgustful 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 months neared its end Yvonne wrestled with what to do. With Rob and the youngster thinking she was sold into being a sex slave for five calendar month, she did n't acknowledge how to `` truthalize '' her news report. How could she explicate to the kids that she was voluntarily living with a man who she loved ? A man who had paid £200,000 for the right wing to have her as his sex hard worker 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 child and her smell of guilt grew by the day, by the hr. Rob begged her to forgive him, begged her to try to put their marriage back together.

Finally, the day her fake servitude was due to end Yvonne told Steve `` We have to talk. Steve. I have to recount you something, to try to explain what I have to do. Oh, Steve, you know I love you. You have treated me better than anyone ever has in my entire lifespan. Maybe I 'm stupid, maybe that 's because you have fucked my brains out so wonderfully well '' she said with a half gag. `` Oh, Steve ! If it was n't for the children ... dammit. I feel guilty for abandoning my marriage, guilty if I abandon you, shamed if I do n't go back to my old lifespan as a wife and female parent. I 'm miserable. ''

Steve listened for a long clock 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 life history, that she had no choice, that she was obligated. Steve reassured her `` Yvonne, I love you. I love you decent to rest with you forever and I love you enough to let you go. But you have to understand that I ca n't hold up like a yo yo. If you leave me, if you go back to Rob, it 's final. I ca n't brave waiting to find out if it will go out for you and your married man or not, waiting to get hold out if you will come back to me. If you leave, it 's over. ''

Yvonne cried and cried. Steve held her gently in his branch, 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 home. She parked a block away from her family and dried her eyes and tried to gather her composure. Finally she slowly drove the last block, parked, and walked into her home. Rob was at the kitchen table.

'' howdy '' Yvonne said.

Rob replied `` Hi, Yvonne. How are you '' They engaged in little public lecture for a while, but it was as if they were barely friend. There was no aroused connection. The kids were out with Friend. After a while they turned on the telly and watched some old rerun in silence. The kids came home and spent a few mo with Yvonne before going to their rooms to speak with champion and surfboard the net. Yvonne went through the apparent movement feeling abandon and lonely even when Rob and the kid were in the room. Day after day, workweek after week Yvonne moved through each day much as the day she returned habitation. Then one Friday evening the kitchen sink clogged up.

'' Rob, the water wo n't go down the sinkhole. It 's clogged. ``

'' Yvonne, you know I 'm not good at base repair, especially plumbing. Just address a pipe fitter '' replied Rob. Yvonne called six plumbers before she found one who could come the next day. When the morrow rolled around Rob was out at his risk taker 's anonymous get together and the children were out with friends. The buzzer rang and Yvonne answered to find a fat, unshaven man in greasy overall with a handsome young man wearing shorts at his side.

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

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

'' Have at it boy. I 'll be in the truck having a fume. '' said the older man as he walked back to the front door. The young man put his peter box down and got down on the flooring. He was not much older than Yvonne 's son, and cute as could be. He had a schoolboyish grin and a dimple in his brass. He laid on his backbone and wriggled back under the sink.

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

Yvonne said `` No. I mean, Yes, I have a bucket, you do n't need to go to the truck. '' Yvonne fetched a bucket and passed it to the young man. His shorts were short and as he wriggled around they rode up and his balls spilled out. He appeared not to notice, so Yvonne said null. Damn. He had big balls. Yvonne and Rob had tried to nominate bed a few times. It was perfunctory and unsatisfying for Yvonne. She did n't realize how horny she was until she saw those beautiful young balls hanging out of the leg of the boxers of the young plumber. Yvonne was speechless. She just looked, and licked her lips.

The pipe fitter started to talk. `` I 'm just an learner. Mr. Smith, he 's the master plumber. You will be paying him script pace for this job. He will inspect my work after I am done and then pen you up a note. I have another two yr before I get my certificate. '' Yvonne just stared at the young balls hanging out of the offspring man 's shorts and tried to end shaking. She finally excused herself and went off to her bedroom to change clothes.

In her bedroom Yvonne ran a brush through her hairsbreadth and quickly applied some lipstick. She then removed her baggy denim and sweat shirt and slipped on her sexy gym rig. The nasty fitting shorts accentuated her ass and they were curt enough to show a little bit of ass buttock. She put on a thin storage tank top, no bra and looked into the mirror. He nipples were hard and the sparse top left her pokies highly visible. She hurried back into the kitchen, somewhat dyspnoeal and flushed. `` I 'm back '' she announced.

The young man scooted out from under the cesspit, looked up at her and a look of surprise flashed across his kisser. His eyes went justly to her tits and his mouth dropped undecided. He stammered `` Well, 'mam, it finished. I 'm afraid that Book rate is an minute and a half, and that 's what Mr. Smith will bill you, even though it took me only twenty minutes to fix it. ''

'' Twenty arcminute ? '' Yvonne said. `` Mr. Smith has probably not even finished his fag. Would you like some tea before you go ? '' The untested man smiled an shook his pass. Yvonne set about making tea. The Pres Young man sat at the kitchen table.

'' My name is Collin, 'mam. It is very skillful of you to declare oneself me tea. As an apprentice I do all the employment, Mr. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith gets all the money. He keeps me somewhat busy all day. ``

'' You do n't hold to call me 'Mam, my public figure is Yvonne. '' She smiled at him, then poured the hot water into the tea tympani. She took two cups and two dish out of the cabinet and walked behind Collin, then reached over him to place his cup in front of him, brushing her left tit across his right shoulder. The electricity ran from her teat straight to her button. She could scarcely conceive what she was doing. She brought the tea kettle over to the table and again, as she passed behind Collin she leaned against his back and dragged her tits across his berm. Her tank top had fairly cut shoulder strap and very large arm hole. As Yvonne moved around the table and knack 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 cakehole of her tank top. Collin thought she was the sexy MILF he 'd ever seen.

Yvonne sat down opposite Collin and they engaged in small talk. She asked him about his workplace and what he did besides study 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 Rugby.

'' You like to watch over rugby football ? '' 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 team, but it 's not formal. It 's just some of my mates. We call ourselves the `` T '' for Tradesmen and we play against another informal squad called the the `` P 's '' because they all went to populace school and university. Me and my match, we are all tradesmen and apprentices, working guys. The `` T 's '' they are mostly professionals, barristers, architects, you know, guys who do n't perspire or get dirty at workplace. We meet Sundays at the park unless it rains. Why do n't you come in cheer for us sometime ? And after the secret plan, 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 care that. Can you gift me your phone number so I can yell you beforehand to establish certainly I have the time and topographic point 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 report in front of him on the table as she spoke softly into his ear. `` Hear you go, just spell it there for me. OK. ? ``

Collin reached back behind him and ran his bridge player 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 little, than gasped an almost inaudible gasp as Collin 's hand reached her hot, wet crotch. Then she whispered into Collin 's ear wetly `` Your address too. '' as she licked his ear and then gently bit it. By this metre 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 kitty against his rock'n'roll hard shaft. She reached down and unbuttoned the one button at the top of Collin 's shorts, worked his slide fastener down, and got his cock out. Yvonne 's kitty-cat was throbbing as she pulled her boxers aside and grabbed Collins cock and stuck in herself. She was moving up and down on Collin 's cock as Collin pulled her armoured combat vehicle top up and over her mind. He tossed it across the kitchen and started sucking her left hand tit. They were both in a frenzy.

Collin stood up with Yvonne impaled on his shaft, then sat her down on the kitchen table, laid her back, and spread her ramification wide, all the fourth dimension never taking his cock out of her or missing a throw. As Collin stood rapidly fucking Yvonne, her laid back on the kitchen table, legs spread, she screamed `` Oh, Steve, fuck me ! '' Horrified Yvonne clear what she 'd said. She had called Collin Steve. Had he heard ? Did he care ? Collin just kept pounding away like a jack hammer. Yvonne got back into the calendar method of birth control and felt her orgasm building. Collin had his back talk on hers again and she thrust her tongue out. Collin then gave Yvonne his tongue which she sucked into her mouth. 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 maiden soundly orgasm since leaving Steve. Collin 's pace slowed. They were both winded. Collin pulled out slowly, dribbling the shoemaker's last of his cum on the base where it mingled with the juices spilling out of her thoroughly fucked cunt. Collin 's shorts were around his mortise joint. He pulled them up, stuffing his cock back away. Yvonne just lay there on the kitchen mesa, smiling wickedly.

'' well, 'mam. I think I 've taken fear of your plumbing problem, at to the lowest degree for the time being. I better go get Mr. David Smith so he can signalize off on it. '' Collin said. `` You have my numeral, so you can call me if you need anything again. '' He smiled, picked up his toolbox and walked out. Yvonne ran back into her bedroom and changed quickly back into the clothes she had worn before the plumber arrived. David Smith came back in without Collin and glanced under the kitchen sinkhole, then handed her a invoice which Yvonne paid in Cash. An time of day or so later Rob returned home.

'' Did the plumber get here ? '' Rob asked.

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

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

'' Well, it 's just too squeamish a day to bide home and ascertain the telly. I 'm going out. '' She washed the dishes and took a shower, carefully dressing in her sexiest gym outfit, then putting on her baggy sweat suit over top of her gym suit. As she left the house she said aloud enough for all to learn her

'' I 'm off, trusted you do n't want to join me for a day at the park or somewhere ? ``

Once in the car Yvonne looked at the piece of music of report on which Collin had scrawled his address and telephone routine. She thought about calling, then decided to just evidence up at the park. After she parked she removed the baggy sweats and exited the car wearing her sexiest gym outfit, but with a sports bra under the tank top. She found her way to the area where the amateurs play rugby. Out on the plain were two group of Brigham Young men. One radical wore uniforms, well at least matching shirts, atomic number 79 and Amytal and emblazoned with a heavy `` P '' professionally embroidered on the spine. The other group of young men wore a hodgepodge of ragged dungaree, drawers, work boots, beat up tennis shoe, exertion shirts and T shirts. Each had a boastfully `` T '' on the back of his shirt, painted on on perhaps scrawled on with a magic mark. The `` P 's '' all had expensive haircuts, and were either blank shaven or had neatly trimmed mustaches. The `` T 's '' had scraggly whiskers or 3 day growths, longish hair and a rather ragamuffin appearance. 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 give-and-take went back and Forth as they kicked the ball around. After a piece it became apparent that the T 's were not really bitter or hateful, just playful. The P 's, on the other hand, really were nasty at times, spiteful and seemed to actually be spoiled pricks. Finally an older man wearing a stripped-down shirt showed up. The English squared off, and the game began in earnest. The P 's passed the ball back and forth to each other, kicking it swiftly in a align and practiced way. The T 's were more like a mob, yelling and charging. The P 's had finesse, the T 's brute strength and decision, they charged like a mob of maniacs. Up and down the field the egg was kicked. Now and then one squad or the other scored a goal. It was amazing how the creature strength of the T 's and the attainment 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 make it, 'ma ... Yvonne. Are you coming to the pub with us ? ''

'' I would n't miss it for the existence '' replied Yvonne. Collin introduced the rest of his squad to Yvonne as they headed for the pub. There was John the Evangelist the lineman, William who ran a back hoe, Syd, the welder, King Oliver, Ellis, Joey and Jackson. She missed exactly what some of them did. They were all trade good looking Thomas Young men, scraggly but masculine and ruggedly handsome. They walked to the pub together as Yvonne got to have a go at it all the the boys a bit. She whispered to Collin `` Do they all know ? '' Collin shook his head. Yvonne thought she should be embarrassed, but she was n't. She just wanted to get Collin 's cock back inside her, and really did n't wish what it took to do it. Once at the pub the P 's bought a unit of ammunition. 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, robustious and having fun. more drinks were bought and everyone got a bit drunk. Yvonne was not as wino as she was acting, but she could feel the glow.

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

'' You bet ! '' replied Yvonne.

'' John the Evangelist said `` You guys have intercourse I ca n't go. See you adjacent calendar week. ''

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

Collin explained to Yvonne `` can is married and his married woman 's expectin'a baby. He 's tryin'to be a ripe husband. ``

A few block later they entered an older building and walked up four flights of stairs to Kevin 's flat. It was a modest apartment, not voluptuous at all. The decor included a dart card, bow and arrows, and a large trophy aim Kevin 's figure and the name of the school he had attended along with the class of the prize. A little warm arithmetic in her head teacher told Yvonne that Kevin could n't be more than than two or three years older than her own son. Collin dragged Yvonne aside and whispered in her ear.

'' Yvonne, can I be very direct 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 mouth right up to Yvonne 's ear and whispered `` I 'd really like to get my hammer in you again. '' As he whispered he gave her ear a fiddling slug and a nibble on her earlobe. Yvonne 's knees got decrepit 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 Quaker ? Can they watch ? Can they get in on the action too ? They all think you are a aphrodisiac MILF. ``

Yvonne was rapidly losing all ascendency, and Collin had n't even concern her other than a little pick on her ear. She looked around the way. All optic were on her. She smiled and said `` You boys wo n't suffer me, will you ? ''

Collin spoke for the group ; `` Just hold us the color of your traffic brightness level. If you say 'red light'we will cease whatever we are doing, I promise. You say icteric light, we will slow down it down and take it well-heeled. OK ? ``

Yvonne, looking around the room from face to brass said rather loudly `` Green River illumination ! '' The young men gatherer around her and began undressing her, feeling her up. Syd said

'' I 'm going to jazz this fornicatress in the bum ! ''

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

'' Talk dirty to me. I 'm a married woman, old enough to be the mother each and every one of you, and I want you all to fuck me. Fuck my brains out. That makes me a slut, so call me a slut. ``

Syd said `` Can I get it on you in the ass, slut ? ``

Yvonne shook her head and said ;

'' DP ? '' The boy stripped her. Their bridge player were all over her as they sucked her tits, fingered her pussy and ass, kissed her, french kissed her. person thrust a hammer in Yvonne 's aspect. 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 stopcock into her gaping dribbling cunt as he leaned back and reclined the chairman. This gave Syd a gross opportunity to bang her in the bum, but he could n't get his cock into her tight bumhole.

'' Got any dirt ? '' 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 one-half of it to say up her anal canal. The eternal rest of it he smeared over her bum and then wiped his hand on his shirt. Syd got his cock half way in and Yvonne mumbled something.

'' yellow. Yellow light ! ``

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

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

'' Suck it you small cocksucker. '' She sucked and slurped until she realized there was a dick on her right. It was Oliver. Oliver said ;

'' I want to do it your aspect. Is that OK, gripe ? '' Yvonne mumbled in the affirmative again. She held Ellis'cock in her get out hired hand and jerked it as she sucked Ellis'stopcock for all she was worth. She felt Syd explode in her bum filling her anal cavity with his hot, pasty cum. When he was done he pulled out. Joey came in her pussy and Yvonne came with him. It was her foremost orgasm of the day and although not overwhelming, it was just enough and she looked forward to several more powerful orgasms as the young met fucked every which way. When Joey was done she felt herself being lifted off of him. Kevin and Oliver bent her over the sofa and capital of Mississippi entered her from tail end, thrusting his cock into her pussycat dog dash. Helen Hunt Jackson 's dick was a lot bighearted than any of the others. Yvonne was glad he was n't the one who had fucked her in the bum.

Jesse Jackson 's big cock was just wonderful. Soon Yvonne felt another orgasm building. She came long and hard this meter. As she was coming down Stonewall Jackson pulled out, whirl her around and thrust his tool into her oral fissure and immediately let loose with a immense spirt of cum, then another while yelling ;

'' Swallow it bitch, sup every drop ''. Yvonne swallowed twice and felt herself being moved across the way, and pushed backwards. She half fell as she sat onto the chair on King Oliver 's lap. Yvonne 's bitch was gaping and dribbling and Oliver shoved his turncock inside her twat 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 pussy at the same clock time King Oliver had his cock in her. It was a miserly fit, but Yvonne groaned `` Green luminosity '' and Collin shoved his cock in all the way. She had two dick up her cunt at the same fourth dimension and just moaned with joy.

Yvonne lost trail of fourth dimension, lost cut of how many times she was fucked, how many loads of cum had exploded in her bum, sassing and slit. It became a blur of beautiful new cocks fucking her like she 'd never been fucked before. Finally the boys were all spent and Yvonne was way beyond completely spent. She heard urine running and felt herself lifted up. She half opened her oculus to see that she was being carried into the john. urine was running in the tub and a big mount of lather and bubble was foaming up. She smelled lilacs as she was gently lowered into the tub of warm up piddle, surrounded by sweet smelling bath bubbles.

'' Yvonne, I had a girlfriend living with me hear for awhile and when we split up she left behind her bubble bath. We thought you might enjoy a nice bubble bathing tub before you go place. '' Kevin explained. Collin, Kevin and Jackson took turns sponging her off and massaging her feet and shoulder. They were blue-blooded and attentive and had stopped calling her gens. Finally they dried her off and helped her get dressed, then each one of them kissed her goodbye. Collin walked her down the stairs and back to her car.

That evening, back at home, Yvonne acted as rule as she could, although it was difficult to take the air normally as sore as she was from all the excellent fuck she had received. Then the telephone set rang. Yvonne answered.

'' Yvonne, it 's Collin. I 'm gloomy to call up you at home, but I have a serious problem. The Bobby 's pinched us. I 'm in the cookhouse. We are all in the caboose. Can you number ? We need you more than you can imagine. ``

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

'' I 'm here to bail out Collin Ray Douglas Bradbury. '' she said. The Sargent on tariff 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 protagonist of his, and the former lads on his rugby squad. How many of them do you let here. ''

'' It 's up to the managing director of Public Prosecutions whether you can see any of them or not. Her assistant is down that hall on the left. Go see her. '' The Sargent stated. Yvonne followed the Sargent 's directions and knocked hesitantly on the room access marked as the one he had mentioned.

'' Come in '' Yvonne heard, and entered. Behind an old metal desk sat a grave looking woman with abruptly hair styled in a mannish manner. She wore champaign, unflattering habiliment and no make-up.

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

'' Mr. Bradbury and his Quaker heartbeat and gang raped a young woman this afternoon, apparently after pouring liquor into her at a local pub. She 's in the hospital considerably the worse for wear. We are going after the maximal penalty for these brutal malefactor. You ca n't see them and there will be no bail bond. ``

Yvonne was dumbstruck. How could the boys be so easy with her and then pulsation and rape somebody else ? As a matter of fact, how could they rape another woman after they were so completely spent from fucking her ? They 'd all cum respective sentence each. Yvonne then asked ;

'' What time did the alleged crime occur ? ``

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

Yvonne said `` But they were with me during that metre. They could n't consume raped anyone. They were with me. ``

'' Where ? '' asked the woman.

'' At Kevin 's matt. I do n't know Kevin 's last epithet, 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 Danton True Young men are capable of forcing themselves on any woman. ''

The prosecutor 's backtalk dropped open air. She looked at Yvonne disdainfully, then almost could n't contain a snicker that tried to get out. `` Are you sure you are not making this up ? Are you bequeath to bear witness in courtroom ? ``

'' I 'm a married woman, with children. If I have to testify in court ... .well, it would deflower me. If there is any way to obviate it I 'd rather not. '' Yvonne stated.

The prosecutor pellet back harshly `` Are you willing to testify in court ? ``

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

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

'' Different team '' Yvonne said. `` Ask her about the letter on their vertebral column. My male child that you have locked up all had a `` T '' on their back. telephone her. I bet she will tell you they all wore a `` P ''.

The prosecuting attorney picked up her telephone set and asked to be connected to the Bobby who was apparently at the hospital standing outside the victim 's room.

'' Is the woman conscious and able to blab with you ? '' Yvonne heard. `` Ask her if the perpetrators had a letter on their backs. '' There was a suspension of three or four minutes then `` Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh ''. The prosecutor hung up her phone, looked at Yvonne and said ;

'' Did you ever think of becoming a constabulary tec ? You 've just solved our vitrine. I 'll have your admirer released within the hour. Sorry for the inconvenience. '' There was a knock at the door and the Sargent walked in. `` Get that early team rounded up and brought in as soon as possible. ''

'' But, m'am, they are all from respectable families, Loretta Young professional. They could n't be implicated, could they ? ``

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

About forty-five bit later Yvonne was sitting in the lobby when all the son filed out of a face door. They ran over to Yvonne and surrounded her, hugging her and thanking her.

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

'' Well '' Yvonne said. `` You might invite me to your succeeding biz, if you can retrieve a squad to play against. I do n't believe the `` P 's '' will be on the field for a farsighted, long time. Or, if you ca n't find a squad to make for against, you could just invite me back up to Kevin 's '' .