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

Yvonne replied `` If you 'll possess me that long. '' Steve smiled and said `` cover to bed with you before you change your mind. '' Her reply was light-minded, `` What 's wrongfulness with the kitchen table ? '' She stood up then sat on the board and leaned back on her cubital joint allowing Steve 's shirt to precipitate open exposing her knocker. Steve stood and grabbed the waistline of her scanty and pulled them off. Just as he was about to plunge his putz into her wet, waiting puss 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 internet ? ''

You may require to read the full tarradiddle, `` Yvonne '' by Steve Brit to before reading the following fourth installation. Installments 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and Steve go to Mexico ( Hidden Beach ) '' and `` Yvonne and Steve in Florida ( Haulover and Trapeze ) '' are as yet, unpublished.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 critique of the following are well-disposed, I 'll put up them.

The five month flew by. Yvonne kept her job at the office and saw her children every Sat good 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 verbalise with Rob she tormented him with sharp dig and input 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 cock is a bit bigger than yours, but not so big as to hurt me. ''

Steve treated Yvonne like a world-beater. They played lawn tennis regularly and worked out together at the gym. Yvonne lost every extra Panthera uncia she had ever gained and soon had the soundbox of a women half her age. Steve gave her money to let her hair's-breadth and nails done. Steve bought lots of nice clothes for Yvonne. Tight sexy gym outfit, professional dress to wear to operate, a wicked weasel for the beach and a nearly gossamer monokini for their beach holiday. They made love often, and Yvonne nearly always had at to the lowest degree three ( or more ) orgasms. As the five months 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 know how to `` truthalize '' her chronicle. How could she explain to the kids that she was voluntarily living with a man who she loved ? A man who had paid £200,000 for the right to suffer her as his sex striver for one day and then set her free with no debt instrument ? That she had stayed with Steve because it was what she wanted to do. Yvonne worried about her children and her feelings 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 tell 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 life. Maybe I 'm stupid person, maybe that 's because you have fucked my brains out so wonderfully well '' she said with a one-half laugh. `` Oh, Steve ! If it was n't for the children ... dammit. I feel shamefaced for abandoning my wedlock, guilty if I abandon you, shamed if I do n't go back to my old spirit as a wife and female parent. I 'm poor. ''

Steve listened for a long sentence 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 liveliness, that she had no choice, that she was obligated. Steve reassured her `` Yvonne, I love you. I love you adequate to stay with you forever and I love you plenty to let you go. But you have to infer that I ca n't dwell like a yo yo. If you leave me, if you go back to Rob, it 's last. I ca n't endure waiting to find out if it will work out for you and your husband or not, waiting to happen out if you will come back to me. If you leave, it 's over. ''

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

'' Hello '' Yvonne said.

Rob replied `` Hi, Yvonne. How are you '' They engaged in humble talk of the town for a piece, but it was as if they were barely acquaintances. There was no emotional connection. The nipper were out with friends. After a while they turned on the telly and watched some old rerun in muteness. The kids came house and spent a few moment with Yvonne before going to their rooms to babble with booster and surf the net. Yvonne went through the apparent motion feeling empty and lonely even when Rob and the kids were in the room. Day after day, week after week Yvonne moved through each day much as the day she returned house. Then one Friday evening the kitchen sink clogged up.

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

'' Yvonne, you know I 'm not good at family repair, especially plumbing. Just shout out a pipe fitter '' replied Rob. Yvonne called six plumber before she found one who could come the following day. When the morrow rolled around Rob was out at his gambler 's anonymous encounter and the children were out with friends. The doorbell rang and Yvonne answered to find a fat, unshaven man in oily overalls with a fine-looking young man wearing shortstop at his side.

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

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

'' Have at it boy. I 'll be in the hand truck having a sess. '' said the older man as he walked back to the front doorway. The jr. man put his tool box down and got down on the floor. He was not much older than Yvonne 's son, and cute as could be. He had a schoolboyish grin and a dimpled chad in his impudence. He laid on his back and wriggled back under the sink.

'' Do you have a bucket or a pan William Christopher Handy, 'mam. '' The young 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 motortruck. '' Yvonne fetched a bucketful and passed it to the offspring man. His shorts were light and as he wriggled around they rode up and his balls spilled out. He appeared not to notice, so Yvonne said goose egg. darn. He had big bollock. Yvonne and Rob had tried to make bonk 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 egg hanging out of the leg of the boxershorts of the youthful plumber. Yvonne was speechless. She just looked, and licked her lips.

The plumber started to talk. `` I 'm just an apprentice. Mr. Smith, he 's the master plumber. You will be paying him book rate for this job. He will scrutinize my work after I am done and then save you up a poster. I have another two days before I get my certification. '' Yvonne just stared at the young balls hanging out of the young man 's shorts and tried to block shakiness. She finally excused herself and went off to her bedroom to interchange apparel.

In her sleeping accommodation Yvonne ran a brush through her hair and quickly applied some lipstick. She then removed her sloppy blue jean and swither shirt and slipped on her sexy gym outfit. The tight try-on underdrawers accentuated her ass and they were short enough to register a picayune bit of ass impertinence. She put on a thin tank top, no bra and looked into the mirror. He nipples were firmly and the tenuous top left her pokies highly visible. She hurried back into the kitchen, somewhat breathless and flushed. `` I 'm back '' she announced.

The unseasoned man scooted out from under the sink, looked up at her and a feeling of surprise flashed across his phiz. His oculus went flop to her tits and his mouth dropped open. He stammered `` Well, 'mam, it finished. I 'm afraid that Koran rate is an hour and a half, and that 's what Mr. Adam Smith will pecker you, even though it took me only twenty arcminute to fix it. ''

'' Twenty minutes ? '' Yvonne said. `` Mr. Smith has probably not even finished his cigarette. Would you care some tea before you go ? '' The untried man smiled an shook his nous. Yvonne set about making tea. The untried man sat at the kitchen table.

'' My public figure is Collin, 'mam. It is very squeamish of you to offer me tea. As an apprentice I do all the work, Mr. Smith gets all the money. He keeps me pretty busy all day. ``

'' You do n't give birth to name me 'Mam, my name is Yvonne. '' She smiled at him, then poured the hot water supply into the tea kettle. She took two cupful and two saucers out of the cabinet and walked behind Collin, then reached over him to post his cup in presence of him, brushing her left tit across his right-hand shoulder. The electricity ran from her teat straight to her clit. She could scarcely conceive what she was doing. She brought the tea kettledrum over to the table and again, as she passed behind Collin she leaned against his back and dragged her pap across his berm. Her army tank top had fairly slender straps and very with child arm yap. As Yvonne moved around the board and knack over to pour tea into her own cup she was standing somewhat sideways to Collin. He had a aspect of the side her left tit through the arm trap of her tank top. Collin thought she was the aphrodisiacal MILF he 'd ever seen.

Yvonne sat down paired Collin and they engaged in pocket-size lecture. 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 Rugby.

'' You like to look on rugby football ? '' Yvonne asked.

'' No, 'mam, I mean Yvonne. I like to child's play rugby.

'' Oh, your are on a team ? '' 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 shopkeeper and we play against another informal team called the the `` P 's '' because they all went to public school and university. Me and my mates, we are all tradesmen and apprentice, working guys. The `` T 's '' they are mostly professionals, barristers, architects, you know, guy who do n't sweat or get dirty at work. We meet Sunday at the park unless it rains. Why do n't you come sunniness for us sometime ? And after the secret plan, we all go to the pub where the losing team buys a round for the winning team. Would you like that ? ''

Yvonne said `` Yes. I think I would like that. Can you grant me your number so I can call you beforehand to make sure I have the meter and place right ? '' She got up and got a pencil and report and and once More, leaned over his berm from behind pressing her titty into his vertebral column, she placed the paper in front end of him on the mesa as she spoke softly into his ear. `` Hear you go, just write it there for me. OK. ? ``

Collin reached back behind him and ran his hand down the outside of Yvonne 's leg, then back up, slowly and gradually moving his had from the outside of her leg to the inside of her second joint. Yvonne trembled just a piffling, than gasped an almost unhearable gasp as Collin 's hand reached her hot, wet genitalia. 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 dominance. She pulled Collin 's chair away from the table, moved around to present him, then straddled him and sat on his lap facing him. She kissed him, open mouthed, and started grinding her pussy against his rock hard peter. She reached down and unbuttoned the one clit at the top of Collin 's shorts, worked his zipper down, and got his cock out. Yvonne 's pussy was throbbing as she pulled her shorts aside and grabbed Collins cock and stuck in herself. She was moving up and down on Collin 's cock as Collin pulled her tank top up and over her mind. He tossed it across the kitchen and started sucking her left 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 of the mark, all the time never taking his hammer out of her or missing a solidus. As Collin stood rapidly fucking Yvonne, her laid back on the kitchen table, legs cattle ranch, she screamed `` Oh, Steve, fuck me ! '' Horrified Yvonne realize what she 'd said. She had called Collin Steve. Had he heard ? Did he worry ? Collin just kept pounding away like a jack power hammer. Yvonne got back into the rhythm method of birth control and felt her sexual climax building. 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 rate 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 coming since leaving Steve. Collin 's gait slowed. They were both winded. Collin pulled out slowly, dribbling the last of his cum on the floor where it mingled with the juices spilling out of her thoroughly fucked bitch. Collin 's shorts were around his ankles. He pulled them up, stuffing his cock back away. Yvonne just lay there on the kitchen table, smiling wickedly.

'' Well, 'mam. I think I 've taken fear of your plumbing system problem, at to the lowest degree for the time being. I advantageously go get Mr. John Smith so he can sign off on it. '' Collin said. `` You have my act, so you can call me if you need anything again. '' He smiled, picked up his tool case and walked out. Yvonne ran back into her bedroom and changed quickly back into the dress she had worn before the plumber arrived. Ian Smith came back in without Collin and glanced under the kitchen swallow hole, then handed her a bill which Yvonne paid in hard cash. An minute or so later Rob returned home.

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

'' Yes. '' Replied Yvonne. `` He took aid 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 expression on his look. The kids just gave her `` The look '' that kids contribute whenever their parents suggest anything that takes them away from their champion. Yvonne then said ;

'' Well, it 's just too squeamish a day to persist dwelling and observe the telly. I 'm going out. '' She washed the knockout and took a shower, carefully dressing in her aphrodisiacal gym rig, then putting on her baggy sudor suit over top of her gym suit. As she left the firm she said loud enough for all to pick up her

'' I 'm off, for certain you do n't desire to bring together me for a day at the park or somewhere ? ``

Once in the car Yvonne looked at the piece of report on which Collin had scrawled his destination and telephone numbers. She thought about calling, then decided to just record up at the Park. After she parked she removed the baggy sweats and exited the car wearing her sexiest gym outfit, but with a sportsman bra under the tankful top. She found her way to the orbit where the amateurs play rugby. Out on the theatre were two radical of young men. One group wore uniforms, well at least matching shirts, amber and blue and emblazoned with a enceinte `` P '' professionally embroidered on the back. The other group of Edward Young men wore a hodgepodge of devil jeans, shorts, work boots, beat up sneaker, sweat shirts and T shirts. Each had a large `` T '' on the rear of his shirt, painted on on perhaps scrawled on with a conjuration marker. The `` P 's '' all had expensive haircuts, and were either clean shaven or had neatly trimmed mustache. The `` T 's '' had scraggly beard or 3 day growing, longish pilus and a rather ragamuffin appearance. Yvonne sat down and listened to the banter.

'' Hey, bastard, you borrow those work boots from your female parent ? '' yelled on of the P 's.

'' Fook you, ample, spoiled prick '' responded a T. The backchat went back and Forth as they kicked the lump around. After a piece it became evident that the T 's were not really biting or mean, just playful. The P 's, on the other deal, really were smutty at times, spiteful and seemed to actually be spoiled SOB. Finally an older man wearing a strip shirt showed up. The face squared off, and the secret plan began in earnest. The P 's passed the chunk back and Forth River to each other, kicking it swiftly in a ordinate and commit manner. The T 's were more like a mob, yelling and charging. The P 's had finesse, the T 's brute strength and determination, they charged like a mob of lunatic. Up and down the field the ball was kicked. Now and then one team or the other scored a destination. It was amazing how the brute lastingness of the T 's and the skill and proficiency 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 prepare it, 'ma ... Yvonne. Are you coming to the pub with us ? ''

'' I would n't miss it for the human race '' replied Yvonne. Collin introduced the rest of his squad to Yvonne as they headed for the pub. There was King John the linesman, William who ran a back hoe, Syd, the welder, Oliver, Ellis, Joey and Jesse Jackson. She missed exactly what some of them did. They were all salutary looking Pres Young men, scraggly but masculine and ruggedly handsome. They walked to the pub together as Yvonne got to make love all the the boy 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 care what it took to do it. Once at the pub the P 's bought a round of golf. 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 inebriate. 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 bottle of Scotch and we 've spent enough at the pub. Yvonne ! You coming with us ? ''

'' You bet ! '' replied Yvonne.

'' John said `` You guys get laid I ca n't go. See you next calendar week. ''

Some of the former cat laughed at him and called him `` PW 'd. ''

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

A few blocks later they entered an older building and walked up four flights of stairs to Kevin 's flat tire. It was a small apartment, not luxurious at all. The decor included a dart board, bow and pointer, and a large trophy comportment Kevin 's gens and the name of the school day he had attended along with the class of the prize. A small prompt arithmetic in her nous told Yvonne that Kevin could n't be more than two or three years older than her own son. Collin dragged Yvonne aside and whispered in her ear.

'' Yvonne, can I be very guide with you ? I mean, like no thrashing around the George H.W. Bush, can I just say what I want without you getting made at me ? ''

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

Collin put his sass right up to Yvonne 's ear and whispered `` I 'd really like to get my putz in you again. '' As he whispered he gave her ear a short lap and a nibble on her ear lobe. Yvonne 's articulatio genus got weak and she grabbed onto Collin to becalm 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 booster ? Can they see ? Can they get in on the legal action too ? They all think you are a sexy MILF. ``

Yvonne was rapidly losing all control, and Collin had n't even come to her other than a niggling 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 radical ; `` Just consecrate us the colouration of your traffic light. If you say 'red short'we will stop over whatever we are doing, I promise. You say yellow light, we will slow it down and take it easy. OK ? ``

Yvonne, looking around the way from brass to nerve said rather loudly `` commons luminosity ! '' The Loretta Young men gatherer around her and began undressing her, feeling her up. Syd said

'' I 'm going to get laid this slut in the bum ! ''

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

'' Talk dirty to me. I 'm a hook up with 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 loose woman, so call me a jade. ``

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

Yvonne shook her promontory and said ;

'' DP ? '' The son stripped her. Their handwriting were all over her as they sucked her titty, fingered her twat and ass, kissed her, french kissed her. mortal thrust a turncock in Yvonne 's look. She grabbed it and started sucking for all she was deserving. Joey picked her up and carried her to an arm chair and sat down with Yvonne on his lap facing him and thrust his hammer into her gaping dribbling cunt as he leaned back and reclined the chair. This gave Syd a perfect tense opportunity to sleep with her in the bum, but he could n't get his turncock into her smashed 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 one-half of it to say up her anal canal. The 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.

'' yellowness. Yellow luminance ! ``

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

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

'' Suck it you little cocksucker. '' She sucked and slurped until she realized there was a cock on her right wing. It was King Oliver. Oliver said ;

'' I want to fuck your face. Is that OK, gripe ? '' Yvonne mumbled in the approbative again. She held Ellis'cock in her left hired man and jerked it as she sucked Ellis'turncock for all she was worth. She felt Syd explode in her bum filling her anal retentive bodily cavity with his hot, sticky 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 overwhelming, it was ripe enough and she looked forward to several more powerful orgasms as the offspring met fucked every which way. When Joey was done she felt herself being lifted off of him. Kevin and Joseph Oliver bent her over the lounge and Jackson entered her from behind, thrusting his rooster into her slit dog style. Jesse Jackson 's cock was a lot grown than any of the others. Yvonne was gladiola he was n't the one who had fucked her in the bum.

Jackson 's big cock was just wonderful. Soon Yvonne felt another climax edifice. She came long and hard this meter. As she was coming down Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson pulled out, twirl her around and thrust his cock into her sassing and immediately let loose with a immense spurt of cum, then another while yelling ;

'' Swallow it bitch, Swallow every free fall ''. Yvonne swallowed twice and felt herself being moved across the room, and pushed backwards. She half fell as she sat onto the chairwoman on Joseph Oliver 's lap. Yvonne 's pussy was gaping and dribbling and Joseph Oliver shoved his cock inside her cunt quickly and easily, then he leaned back and pulled Yvonne back with him. Collin came over and started trying to get his prick in Yvonne 's bitch at the Saami time Oliver had his cock in her. It was a tight fit, but Yvonne groaned `` Green light '' and Collin shoved his cock in all the way. She had two cocks up her cunt at the Lapp time and just moaned with joy.

Yvonne lost track of time, lost course of how many times she was fucked, how many loads of cum had exploded in her bum, oral fissure and cunt. It became a blur of beautiful young cocks fucking her like she 'd never been fucked before. Finally the son were all spent and Yvonne was way beyond completely spent. She heard pee running and felt herself lifted up. She one-half opened her eyes to see that she was being carried into the bathroom. urine was running in the tub and a big saddle horse of soapsuds and bubble was foaming up. She smelled lilacs as she was gently lowered into the tub of warm water, surrounded by sweet smelling bath house of cards.

'' Yvonne, I had a girl sustenance with me hear for awhile and when we split up she left behind her bubble bath. We thought you might delight a nice bubble bathroom before you go home. '' Kevin explained. Collin, Kevin and Jackson took turns sponging her off and massaging her groundwork and shoulders. They were docile and attentive and had stopped calling her public figure. 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 menage, Yvonne acted as convention 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 holler you at home, but I have a grave problem. The Bobby 's pinched us. I 'm in the cookhouse. We are all in the galley. Can you come ? We need you More than you can imagine. ``

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

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

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

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

'' It 's up to the theatre director of populace prosecution whether you can see any of them or not. Her supporter is down that Marguerite Radclyffe Hall on the left field. Go see her. '' The Sargent stated. Yvonne followed the Sargent 's directions 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 char with short fuzz styled in a mannish manner. She wore champaign, unflattering clothing and no make-up.

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

'' Mr. Bradbury and his friends beat and gang raped a Whitney Young woman this good afternoon, apparently after pouring liquor into her at a topical anesthetic pub. She 's in the hospital considerably the worse for wear. We are going after the maximum 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 entitle with her and then metre and rape someone else ? As a thing of fact, how could they rape another cleaning lady after they were so completely spent from fucking her ? They 'd all cum several times each. Yvonne then asked ;

'' What clip 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 time. They could n't have raped anyone. They were with me. ``

'' Where ? '' asked the woman.

'' At Kevin 's flat tire. I do n't make out Kevin 's cobbler's last name, 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 placate and considerate, and did n't do anything without my consent. None of those young men are equal to of forcing themselves on any woman. ''

The prosecuting officer 's mouth dropped open. She looked at Yvonne disdainfully, then almost could n't moderate a snicker that tried to get out. `` Are you sure you are not making this up ? Are you uncoerced to show in court ? ``

'' I 'm a married woman, with children. If I have to take the stand in court of justice ... .well, it would ruin me. If there is any way to quash it I 'd rather not. '' Yvonne stated.

The prosecuting attorney shot back harshly `` Are you uncoerced to testify in judicature ? ``

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

'' What about the victim in the hospital ? '' said the prosecutor. `` She says she watched a Rugby game, went to the pub with the squad, drank with them, was lured to the apartment of one of them, and brutally raped by all of them. How can you rebut her testimony ? ``

'' Different squad '' Yvonne said. `` Ask her about the letter on their backs. My boys that you have locked up all had a `` T '' on their book binding. shout out her. I bet she will severalise you they all wore a `` P ''.

The prosecutor picked up her phone and asked to be connected to the Bobby who was apparently at the infirmary standing outside the victim 's room.

'' Is the woman witting and able to talk with you ? '' Yvonne heard. `` Ask her if the perpetrator had a letter on their backs. '' There was a pause of three or four minutes then `` Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh ''. The public prosecutor hung up her speech sound, looked at Yvonne and said ;

'' Did you ever think of becoming a police detective ? You 've just solved our sheath. I 'll let your friends released within the 60 minutes. Sorry for the inconvenience. '' There was a smash at the door and the Sargent walked in. `` Get that other squad rounded up and brought in as soon as possible. ''

'' But, m'am, they are all from sizable families, young professionals. They could n't be implicated, could they ? ``

The prosecuting officer looked at the John Singer Sargent sternly and said `` Do it. NOW ! ``

About forty-five minute of arc later Yvonne was sitting in the foyer when all the son filed out of a side 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 direction dropped. If there is anything any of us can ever do for you. ``

'' well '' Yvonne said. `` You might invite me to your next biz, if you can find a team to diddle against. I do n't call up the `` P 's '' will be on the field for a hanker, long time. Or, if you ca n't find out a squad to bring against, you could just ask round me back up to Kevin 's '' .