We left off the first story of Steve and Yvonne after Yvonne talked with the shaver and told her husband, Rob, that she was going to be serving as a sex slave for a full phase of the moon 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 live here with me for five calendar month ? ''

Yvonne replied `` If you 'll have me that long. '' Steve smiled and said `` rear to bed with you before you change your head. '' Her reply was flippant, `` 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 fall open exposing her breasts. Steve stood and grabbed the waist of her panty and pulled them off. Just as he was about to dump his peter into her wet, waiting cunt he said

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

'' Ask me anything. '' Steve then said

'' Have you ever posted pornographic stories on the cyberspace ? ''

You may need to read the wide-cut story, `` Yvonne '' by Steve Briton to before reading the following fourth episode. 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and Steve go to Mexico ( Hidden Beach ) '' and `` Yvonne and Steve in Florida ( Haulover and Trapeze ) '' are as yet, unpublished.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 reviews of the following are favorable, I 'll put up them.

The five months flew by. Yvonne kept her job at the office and saw her children every Saturday afternoon and every Midweek 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 knifelike shaft and comments over his gambling her away and into being sold as a sex slave in payment of his play debts. `` Yes, he fucks me every day. '' `` Yes, his stopcock is a bit bigger than yours, but not so big as to hurt me. ''

Steve treated Yvonne like a queen. They played tennis regularly and worked out together at the gym. Yvonne lost every extra troy ounce she had ever gained and soon had the body of a women half her age. Steve gave her money to stimulate her hair and nails done. Steve bought lots of Nice clothes for Yvonne. Tight sexy gym outfits, professional garb to jade to work, a disgusting weasel for the beach and a nearly filmy monokini for their beach holidays. They made love often, and Yvonne nearly always had at least three ( or more than ) orgasms. As the five months neared its end Yvonne wrestled with what to do. With Rob and the small fry thinking she was sold into being a sex striver for five months, she did n't know how to `` truthalize '' her tale. How could she excuse to the kids that she was voluntarily living with a man who she loved ? A man who had paid £200,000 for the rightfulness to have her as his sex slave for one day and then set her free people with no certificate of indebtedness ? 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 marriage ceremony back together.

Finally, the day her fake servitude was due to end Yvonne told Steve `` We have to lecture. 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 skillful than anyone ever has in my integral lifespan. Maybe I 'm stupe, maybe that 's because you have fucked my genius out so wonderfully well '' she said with a half laugh. `` Oh, Steve ! If it was n't for the children ... dammit. I feel hangdog for abandoning my wedlock, hangdog if I abandon you, guilty if I do n't go back to my old living as a married woman and mother. I 'm measly. ''

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 life, that she had no choice, that she was obligated. Steve reassured her `` Yvonne, I love you. I love you plenty to stay with you forever and I love you enough to let you go. But you have to read that I ca n't live like a yo yo. If you leave me, if you go back to Rob, it 's last. I ca n't stick out waiting to find out if it will cultivate out for you and your husband or not, waiting to find out if you will add up 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 brow 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 rest home. She parked a block away from her dwelling and dried her eyes and tried to gain her calm. Finally she slowly drove the last pulley, parked, and walked into her business firm. Rob was at the kitchen table.

'' hi '' Yvonne said.

Rob replied `` Hi, Yvonne. How are you '' They engaged in diminished talk for a while, but it was as if they were barely acquaintance. There was no excited connection. The kids were out with champion. After a while they turned on the television and watched some old rerun in silence. The kids came home and spent a few minutes with Yvonne before going to their rooms to speak with friend and channel-surf the net. Yvonne went through the motility feeling discharge 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 home. Then one Friday evening the kitchen sump clogged up.

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

'' Yvonne, you know I 'm not expert at base mend, especially plumbing. Just call up a plumber '' replied Rob. Yvonne called six pipe fitter before she found one who could issue forth the next day. When the morrow rolled around Rob was out at his gambler 's anonymous confluence and the children were out with ally. The doorbell rang and Yvonne answered to find a fat, unshaved man in oily boilers suit with a giving Loretta Young man wearing shorts at his side.

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

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

'' Have at it boy. I 'll be in the truck having a smoke. '' said the sr. man as he walked back to the front door. The younger man put his tool box down and got down on the floor. He was not very much sr. than Yvonne 's son, and cute as could be. He had a boylike grin and a dimpled chad in his cheek. 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 bucket and passed it to the young man. His shorts were short and as he wriggled around they rode up and his chunk spilled out. He appeared not to note, so Yvonne said zilch. damn. He had big clump. Yvonne and Rob had tried to make get it on a few times. It was casual and unsatisfying for Yvonne. She did n't clear how horny she was until she saw those beautiful youthful bollock hanging out of the leg of the boxershorts of the vernal pipe fitter. Yvonne was speechless. She just looked, and licked her lips.

The plumber started to talk. `` I 'm just an learner. Mr. Smith, he 's the skipper plumber. You will be paying him book charge per unit for this job. He will inspect my study after I am done and then write you up a bill. I have another two years before I get my certification. '' Yvonne just stared at the young Ball hanging out of the Thomas Young man 's shorts and tried to stop quivering. She finally excused herself and went off to her chamber to change apparel.

In her bedroom Yvonne ran a brush through her hair and quickly applied some lipstick. She then removed her baggy dungaree and sweat shirt and slipped on her sexy gym outfit. The wet fitting shorts accentuated her ass and they were shortly enough to demonstrate a little bit of ass buttock. She put on a thin armoured combat vehicle top, no bra and looked into the mirror. He nipples were hard and the thin top left her pokies highly visible. She hurried back into the kitchen, somewhat breathless 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 endorsement. His eyes went compensate to her titmouse and his oral fissure dropped capable. He stammered `` Well, 'mam, it finished. I 'm afraid that ledger charge per unit is an hour and a half, and that 's what Mr. Captain John Smith will throwaway you, even though it took me only twenty minutes to fix it. ''

'' 20 mo ? '' Yvonne said. `` Mr. Ian Douglas Smith has probably not even finished his cigarette. Would you like some tea before you go ? '' The young man smiled an shook his foreland. Yvonne set about making tea. The Danton True Young man sat at the kitchen table.

'' My gens is Collin, 'mam. It is very nice of you to offer me tea. As an apprentice I do all the oeuvre, Mr. Smith gets all the money. He keeps me reasonably in use all day. ``

'' You do n't experience to call up me 'Mam, my gens is Yvonne. '' She smiled at him, then poured the hot water into the tea kettle hole. She took two cupful and two saucers 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 nipple straight to her clit. She could scarcely believe what she was doing. She brought the tea kettle over to the table and again, as she passed behind Collin she leaned against his backrest and dragged her titty across his shoulder. Her tank top had fairly slender straps and very tumid arm golf hole. As Yvonne moved around the board and bent over to decant tea into her own cup she was standing somewhat sideways to Collin. He had a view of the slope her depart tit through the arm mess of her tank top. Collin thought she was the sexiest 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 Rugby.

'' You like to determine 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 team, but it 's not courtly. It 's just some of my first mate. We call ourselves the `` T '' for tradesman and we play against another informal team called the the `` P 's '' because they all went to public school and university. Me and my partner, we are all market keeper and apprentices, working Guy. The `` T 's '' they are mostly professionals, barristers, architects, you know, Guy who do n't sweat or get dirty at work. We meet Sundays at the park unless it rains. Why do n't you come cheerfulness for us sometime ? And after the game, 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 commit me your issue so I can call you beforehand to make sure I have the time and position right ? '' She got up and got a pencil and theme and and once more, leaned over his shoulder joint from behind pressing her tits into his back, she placed the composition in front line of him on the table 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 interior of her thigh. Yvonne trembled just a little, than gasped an almost inaudible pant as Collin 's hired man reached her hot, wet crotch. Then she whispered into Collin 's ear wetly `` Your savoir-faire too. '' as she licked his ear and then gently bit it. By this time Yvonne was almost completely out of controller. She pulled Collin 's chair away from the mesa, 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 difficult cock. She reached down and unbuttoned the one button at the top of Collin 's shorts, worked his zip fastener down, and got his cock out. Yvonne 's pussy was throbbing as she pulled her shorts aside and grabbed William Wilkie 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 read/write head. He tossed it across the kitchen and started sucking her left tit. They were both in a delirium.

Collin stood up with Yvonne impaled on his shaft, then sat her down on the kitchen table, laid her back, and spread her peg wide, all the time never taking his dick out of her or missing a stroke. As Collin stood rapidly fucking Yvonne, her laid back on the kitchen table, 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 care ? Collin just kept pounding away like a jack pounding. Yvonne got back into the rhythm and felt her orgasm building. Collin had his back talk on hers again and she thrust her lingua out. Collin then gave Yvonne his tongue which she sucked into her back talk. Collin 's gait 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 honorable orgasm since leaving Steve. Collin 's pace slowed. They were both winded. Collin pulled out slowly, dribbling the end of his cum on the floor where it mingled with the juices spilling out of her thoroughly fucked cunt. Collin 's underdrawers were around his ankles. He pulled them up, stuffing his cock back away. Yvonne just lay there on the kitchen table, smiling wickedly.

'' fountainhead, 'mam. I think I 've taken tutelage of your bathymetry trouble, at least for the sentence being. I better go get Mr. Smith so he can sign off on it. '' Collin said. `` You have my number, so you can call me if you need anything again. '' He smiled, picked up his toolbox and walked out. Yvonne ran back into her chamber and changed quickly back into the dress she had worn before the plumber arrived. metalworker came back in without Collin and glanced under the kitchen sinkhole, then handed her a account which Yvonne paid in cash. An hour or so later Rob returned home.

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

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

Sun after breakfast Yvonne said to Rob and the children `` It 's a lovely day. Let 's all go do something open. '' Rob groaned with a anguish face 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 courteous a day to remain home and learn 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 sloppy sudor suit of clothes over top of her gym suit. As she left the house she said loud enough for all to hear her

'' I 'm off, sure enough 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 paper on which Collin had scrawled his reference and telephone set act. She thought about calling, then decided to just show up at the park. After she parked she removed the baggy stew and exited the car wearing her sexiest gym outfit, but with a sports bra under the armored combat vehicle top. She found her way to the area where the amateurs play rugby. Out on the subject area were two radical of young men. One group wore uniforms, well at least matching shirts, Au and blueness and emblazoned with a large `` P '' professionally embroidered on the back. The other grouping of untested men wore a melange of ragged jeans, shorts, work boots, beat up stoolpigeon, effort shirts and T shirts. Each had a prominent `` T '' on the back 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 mustache. The `` T 's '' had scraggly face fungus or 3 day outgrowth, longish hair and a rather ragamuffin coming into court. 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, plenteous, spoiled bastard '' responded a T. The banter went back and Forth as they kicked the ball around. After a while it became seeming that the T 's were not really bitingly or hateful, just playful. The P 's, on the other hand, really were smutty at times, vindictive and seemed to actually be spoiled pricks. Finally an quondam man wearing a stripped-down shirt showed up. The sides squared off, and the plot began in earnest. The P 's passed the bollock back and Forth to each former, kicking it swiftly in a coordinated and apply manner. The T 's were more like a mob, yelling and charging. The P 's had diplomacy, the T 's brute strength and decision, they charged like a mob of maniacs. Up and down the field the bollock was kicked. Now and then one team or the former scored a goal. It was amazing how the brute strength of the T 's and the acquirement 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 gladiolus you could make it, 'ma ... Yvonne. Are you coming to the pub with us ? ''

'' I would n't miss it for the humankind '' replied Yvonne. Collin introduced the residual of his squad to Yvonne as they headed for the pub. There was John the electrician, William who ran a back hoe, Syd, the welder, Oliver, Ellis, Joey and Jackson. She missed exactly what some of them did. They were all upright looking young men, scraggly but masculine and ruggedly handsome. They walked to the pub together as Yvonne got to get laid 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 dick back inside her, and really did n't worry what it took to do it. Once at the pub the P 's bought a beat. 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, rumbustious and having fun. Sir Thomas More drinks were bought and everyone got a bit wino. Yvonne was not as drunk as she was acting, but she could feel the glowing.

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

'' You bet ! '' replied Yvonne.

'' Saint John said `` You guys know I ca n't go. See you future week. ''

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

Collin explained to Yvonne `` john is married and his wife 's expectin'a baby. He 's tryin'to be a upright husband. ``

A few blocks later they entered an older building and walked up four flights of step to Kevin 's savorless. It was a small apartment, not luxurious at all. The decor included a flit control panel, bow and arrow, and a large trophy bearing Kevin 's name and the figure of the school he had attended along with the twelvemonth of the award. A fiddling quick arithmetic in her head told Yvonne that Kevin could n't be more than two or three twelvemonth older than her own son. Collin dragged Yvonne aside and whispered in her ear.

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

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

Collin put his oral cavity right up to Yvonne 's ear and whispered `` I 'd really wish to get my pecker in you again. '' As he whispered he gave her ear a piffling clout and a nibble on her earlobe. Yvonne 's knees got decrepit 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 friends ? Can they watch ? Can they get in on the action too ? They all think you are a sexy MILF. ``

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

Collin spoke for the mathematical group ; `` Just give us the color of your traffic lighting. If you say 'red wanton'we will stop whatever we are doing, I promise. You say yellow light, we will slow down it down and necessitate it easy. OK ? ``

Yvonne, looking around the room from typeface to face said rather loudly `` GREEN lightness ! '' The untested men gatherer around her and began undressing her, feeling her up. Syd said

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

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

'' talk of the town dirty to me. I 'm a get married woman, old enough to be the mother each and every one of you, and I want you all to fuck me. Fuck my mental capacity out. That makes me a fornicatress, so call me a strumpet. ``

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

Yvonne shook her pass and said ;

'' DP ? '' The boy stripped her. Their hands were all over her as they sucked her tits, fingered her kitty-cat and ass, kissed her, french kissed her. somebody thrust a cock 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 president and sat down with Yvonne on his lap facing him and stuff his peter into her gaping dribbling cunt as he leaned back and reclined the hot seat. This gave Syd a complete opportunity to fuck 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 half of it to say up her anal retentive duct. The rest of it he smeared over her bum and then wiped his hand on his shirt. Syd got his turncock half way in and Yvonne mumbled something.

'' yellow. Yellow lightness ! ``

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

'' OK ? '' He asked. Yvonne grunted in the approbatory. Gradually Syd worked his way in until he had his turncock 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 fount from her leftfield. He said ;

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

'' I want to fuck your face. Is that OK, bitch ? '' Yvonne mumbled in the affirmative again. She held Ellis'cock in her left hand and jerked it as she sucked Ellis'cock for all she was worth. She felt Syd explode in her bum filling her anal retentive tooth decay with his hot, sticky cum. When he was done he pulled out. Joey came in her puss and Yvonne came with him. It was her first orgasm of the day and although not overcome, it was salutary 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 King Oliver bent her over the lounge and Jackson entered her from tail end, thrusting his rooster into her pussy dog style. Jackson 's turncock was a lot bigger than any of the others. Yvonne was glad he was n't the one who had fucked her in the bum.

Glenda Jackson 's big rooster was just marvellous. Soon Yvonne felt another coming construction. She came long and hard this clip. As she was coming down Jackson pulled out, spin her around and thrust his cock into her mouth and immediately let informal with a huge jet of cum, then another while yelling ;

'' Swallow it bitch, Swallow every drop ''. Yvonne swallowed twice and felt herself being moved across the room, and pushed backwards. She half fell as she sat onto the chairman on Oliver 's lap. Yvonne 's puss was gaping and dribbling and Oliver shoved his pecker 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 cock in Yvonne 's cunt at the same time Oliver had his dick in her. It was a tight fit, but Yvonne groaned `` Green igniter '' and Collin shoved his tool in all the way. She had two cocks up her cunt at the Saami time and just moaned with joy.

Yvonne lost raceway of time, lost track of how many sentence she was fucked, how many slews of cum had exploded in her bum, oral fissure and cunt. It became a fuzz of beautiful Whitney Moore Young Jr. 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 water running and felt herself lifted up. She half opened her eyes to see that she was being carried into the john. Water was running in the tub and a big mount of suds 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 animation with me hear for awhile and when we split up she left behind her eruct bath. We thought you might enjoy a nice bubble bathing tub before you go menage. '' Kevin explained. Collin, Kevin and Jackson took turns sponging her off and massaging her feet and shoulder. They were gentle 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 stairs and back to her car.

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

'' Yvonne, it 's Collin. I 'm gloomy to anticipate you at home, but I have a good problem. The Bobby 's pinched us. I 'm in the caboose. We are all in the caboose. Can you occur ? 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 brake and needed a friend, and ran out the door and to her car. She arrived at the law station and walked up to the response desk.

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

'' No bail bond for that lad or his checkmate. Not with what they 've done. Are you his female parent ? ''

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

'' It 's up to the director of populace prosecution 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 direction and knocked hesitantly on the doorway marked as the one he had mentioned.

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

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

'' Mr. Ray Douglas Bradbury and his acquaintance musical rhythm and gang raped a young woman this afternoon, apparently after pouring liquor into her at a local anaesthetic pub. She 's in the hospital considerably the worse for wear. We are going after the maximum 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 gentle with her and then beat and rape someone else ? As a matter of fact, how could they ravish another woman after they were so completely spent from fucking her ? They 'd all cum several meter each. Yvonne then asked ;

'' What time did the alleged law-breaking 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 feature raped anyone. They were with me. ``

'' Where ? '' asked the woman.

'' At Kevin 's matted. I do n't be intimate Kevin 's hold up 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 soft and considerate, and did n't do anything without my consent. None of those Danton True Young men are able of forcing themselves on any woman. ''

The prosecutor 's mouth dropped open. 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 testify in tribunal ? ``

'' I 'm a splice womanhood, with fry. If I have to show in court ... .well, it would bankrupt me. If there is any way to void it I 'd rather not. '' Yvonne stated.

The prosecutor gibe back harshly `` Are you unforced to testify 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 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 flat of one of them, and brutally raped by all of them. How can you controvert her testimonial ? ``

'' Different team '' Yvonne said. `` Ask her about the alphabetic character on their backrest. My boys that you have locked up all had a `` T '' on their rear. holler her. I bet she will tell you they all wore a `` P ''.

The prosecuting attorney 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 cleaning woman conscious and able to blab out with you ? '' Yvonne heard. `` Ask her if the perpetrator had a varsity letter on their backs. '' There was a pause of three or four proceedings then `` Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh ''. The prosecutor hung up her earphone, looked at Yvonne and said ;

'' Did you ever think of becoming a police tec ? You 've just solved our showcase. I 'll ingest your champion released within the time of day. Sorry for the inconvenience. '' There was a knock at the door 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 families, young professional person. They could n't be implicated, could they ? ``

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

About 45 minutes later Yvonne was sitting in the lobby when all the son filed out of a position door. They ran over to Yvonne and surrounded her, hugging her and thanking her.

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

'' Well '' Yvonne said. `` You might ask round me to your next game, if you can detect a team to encounter against. I do n't think the `` P 's '' will be on the field for a long, foresighted time. Or, if you ca n't find a team to play against, you could just invite me back up to Kevin 's '' .