We left off the first story of Steve and Yvonne after Yvonne talked with the children and told her married man, Rob, that she was going to be serving as a sex slave for a full-of-the-moon five month. Yvonne and Steve went back into the kitchen for a cup of tea and Steve said `` Five months ? 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 `` Back to bed with you before you change your mind. '' Her reply was flippant, `` What 's damage with the kitchen tabular array ? '' She stood up then sat on the table and leaned back on her elbows allowing Steve 's shirt to fall open exposing her tit. Steve stood and grabbed the waist of her panties and pulled them off. Just as he was about to soak up his cock into her wet, waiting pussy he said

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

'' Ask me anything. '' Steve then said

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

You may want to scan the full history, `` Yvonne '' by Steve Briton to before reading the following fourth installment. episode 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and Steve go to Mexico ( Hidden Beach ) '' and `` Yvonne and Steve in Florida ( Haulover and Trapeze ) '' are as yet, unpublished.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 revue 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 small fry every Saturday afternoon and every Wednesday evening, except when she and Steve were traveling. She rarely saw Rob and spoke with him as seldom as possible. When she did address with Rob she tormented him with abrupt barbs and input over his gambling her away and into being sold as a sex hard worker in defrayment 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 spite me. ''

Steve treated Yvonne like a queen regnant. They played tennis regularly and worked out together at the gym. Yvonne lost every extra ounce she had ever gained and soon had the eubstance of a cleaning lady half her age. Steve gave her money to feature her hair's-breadth and nails done. Steve bought good deal of nice clothes for Yvonne. Tight sexy gym outfits, professional attire to wear to work, a wicked weasel for the beach and a nearly transparent monokini for their beach holidays. They made love often, and Yvonne nearly always had at least three ( or more than ) orgasms. As the five months neared its end Yvonne wrestled with what to do. With Rob and the Thomas Kid thinking she was sold into being a sex hard worker for five calendar month, she did n't know how to `` truthalize '' her floor. 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 right field to let her as his sex slave for one day and then set her unblock with no obligation ? That she had stayed with Steve because it was what she wanted to do. Yvonne worried about her children and her flavour of guilty conscience grew by the day, by the hour. Rob begged her to forgive him, begged her to try to put their marriage back together.

Finally, the day her simulated servitude was due to end Yvonne told Steve `` We have to mouth. 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 total life. Maybe I 'm stupe, maybe that 's because you have fucked my encephalon out so wonderfully well '' she said with a half joke. `` Oh, Steve ! If it was n't for the children ... dammit. I feel shamed for abandoning my marriage, guilty if I abandon you, shamefaced if I do n't go back to my old life as a wife and female parent. I 'm miserable. ''

Steve listened for a yearn 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 aliveness, 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 understand 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 endure waiting to observe out if it will work out for you and your hubby or not, waiting to see out if you will come back to me. If you leave, it 's over. ''

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

'' hi '' Yvonne said.

Rob replied `` Hi, Yvonne. How are you '' They engaged in minor talk for a while, but it was as if they were barely conversancy. There was no emotional connexion. The kid were out with friends. After a while they turned on the television receiver and watched some old rerun in silence. The Thomas Kid came home and spent a few moment with Yvonne before going to their rooms to talk with Quaker and channel-surf the net. Yvonne went through the motions feeling empty and lonely even when Rob and the Kyd were in the way. Day after day, week after week Yvonne moved through each day much as the day she returned dwelling 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 home fixing, especially plumbing. Just call a pipe fitter '' replied Rob. Yvonne called six pipe fitter before she found one who could come the next day. When the morrow rolled around Rob was out at his gambler 's anonymous meeting and the children were out with acquaintance. The doorbell rang and Yvonne answered to find a fat, unshaved 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 sinkhole, in here. '' She led them though the house to the kitchen. The younger man was carrying a tool box. The older man looked under the sinkhole and grunted.

'' Have at it boy. I 'll be in the motortruck having a Mary Jane. '' said the honest-to-goodness man as he walked back to the front room access. The untested 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 boyish grinning and a dimple in his cheek. He laid on his back and wriggled back under the sink.

'' Do you have a bucket or a pan 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 truck. '' Yvonne fetched a bucket and passed it to the immature 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. shucks. He had big balls. Yvonne and Rob had tried to make love a few sentence. It was pro forma and unsatisfying for Yvonne. She did n't realize how aroused she was until she saw those beautiful young ball hanging out of the leg of the short circuit of the Danton True Young plumber. Yvonne was speechless. She just looked, and licked her lips.

The plumber started to talk. `` I 'm just an apprentice. Mr. David Smith, he 's the victor plumber. You will be paying him book charge per unit for this job. He will inspect my work after I am done and then publish you up a circular. I have another two long time before I get my certificate. '' Yvonne just stared at the Pres Young globe hanging out of the young man 's trunks and tried to break off shaking. She finally excused herself and went off to her bedroom to change dress.

In her bedroom Yvonne ran a brush through her pilus and quickly applied some lip rouge. She then removed her baggy jeans and sweat shirt and slipped on her sexy gym rig. The tight adjustment shorts accentuated her ass and they were short enough to usher a little bit of ass nerve. She put on a thin tank top, no bra and looked into the mirror. He nipples were hard and the thin top left her pokey highly visible. She hurried back into the kitchen, somewhat breathless and flushed. `` I 'm back '' she announced.

The vernal man scooted out from under the sump, looked up at her and a look of surprise flashed across his countenance. His eye went proper to her tits and his back talk dropped open. He stammered `` Well, 'mam, it finished. I 'm afraid that leger rate is an hour and a half, and that 's what Mr. Kate Smith will banknote you, even though it took me only twenty transactions to fix it. ''

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

'' My figure is Collin, 'mam. It is very nice of you to bid me tea. As an learner I do all the piece of work, Mr. Ian Douglas Smith gets all the money. He keeps me pretty busybodied all day. ``

'' You do n't have to call me 'Mam, my name is Yvonne. '' She smiled at him, then poured the hot pee into the tea kettle. She took two cupful and two saucers out of the console and walked behind Collin, then reached over him to set his cup in front end of him, brushing her unexpended tit across his right shoulder. The electricity ran from her nipple straightaway to her clit. She could scarcely consider 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 shoulder. Her tank top had fairly thin straps and very large arm pickle. As Yvonne moved around the tabular array and hang over to swarm 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 maw of her tank top. Collin thought she was the sexiest MILF he 'd ever seen.

Yvonne sat down diametrical Collin and they engaged in lowly public lecture. She asked him about his workplace and what he did besides workplace and whether or not he had a lady friend. `` 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 rugby ? '' Yvonne asked.

'' No, 'mam, I mean Yvonne. I like to playing period rugby.

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

'' No, `` ma ... Yvonne. Not exactly. I mean, we have a squad, 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 team called the the `` P 's '' because they all went to public school day and university. Me and my mates, we are all market keeper and apprentices, working guys. The `` T 's '' they are mostly master, barristers, architect, you know, Guy who do n't sweat or get dirty at workplace. We meet Sundays at the park unless it rains. Why do n't you come sunshine for us sometime ? And after the game, we all go to the pub where the losing team buys a daily round for the winning team. Would you like that ? ''

Yvonne said `` Yes. I think I would like that. Can you give me your number so I can call you beforehand to make up sure I have the time and place right ? '' She got up and got a pencil and newspaper and and once More, leaned over his shoulder from behind pressing her mamilla into his book binding, she placed the paper in front man of him on the table as she spoke softly into his ear. `` Hear you go, just drop a line it there for me. OK. ? ``

Collin reached back behind him and ran his script down the outside of Yvonne 's leg, then back up, slowly and gradually moving his had from the exterior of her leg to the inside 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 reference too. '' as she licked his ear and then gently bit it. By this clip Yvonne was almost completely out of ascendency. She pulled Collin 's chair away from the table, moved around to face him, then straddled him and sat on his lap facing him. She kissed him, open mouthed, and started grinding her pussy against his rock strong turncock. She reached down and unbuttoned the one push button at the top of Collin 's short circuit, worked his zipper down, and got his pecker out. Yvonne 's pussy was throbbing as she pulled her short circuit aside and grabbed Collins turncock and stuck in herself. She was moving up and down on Collin 's cock as Collin pulled her tank top up and over her 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 cock, then sat her down on the kitchen table, laid her back, and spread her branch wide of the mark, all the time never taking his dick out of her or missing a virgule. As Collin stood rapidly fucking Yvonne, her laid back on the kitchen mesa, legs spread, she screamed `` Oh, Steve, fuck me ! '' Horrified Yvonne realize what she 'd said. She had called Collin Steve. Had he heard ? Did he handle ? Collin just kept pounding away like a jack pounding. Yvonne got back into the calendar method of birth control and felt her coming building. Collin had his mouth on hers again and she thrust her knife out. Collin then gave Yvonne his tongue which she sucked into her rima oris. Collin 's footstep 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 footstep slowed. They were both winded. Collin pulled out slowly, dribbling the last of his cum on the level where it mingled with the juices spilling out of her thoroughly fucked cunt. Collin 's shorts were around his ankles. He pulled them up, stuffing his tool back away. Yvonne just lay there on the kitchen board, smiling wickedly.

'' Well, 'mam. I think I 've taken aid of your plumbing problem, at least for the time being. I better go get Mr. Smith so he can sign up off on it. '' Collin said. `` You have my number, so you can phone 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 dress she had worn before the plumber arrived. John Smith came back in without Collin and glanced under the kitchen cesspool, then handed her a neb which Yvonne paid in hard cash. An minute or so later Rob returned home.

'' Did the pipe fitter 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 adorable day. Let 's all go do something outdoors. '' Rob groaned with a pained expression on his expression. The kids just gave her `` The look '' that kids afford whenever their parents suggest anything that takes them away from their friends. Yvonne then said ;

'' Well, it 's just too skillful a day to appease home and find out the telly. I 'm going out. '' She washed the peach and took a rain shower, carefully dressing in her sexy gym rig, then putting on her loose-fitting perspiration suit over top of her gym suit. As she left the sign she said gaudy enough for all to hear her

'' I 'm off, certainly 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 destination and telephone numbers. She thought about calling, then decided to just depict up at the park. After she parked she removed the baggy swither and exited the car wearing her sexiest gym outfit, but with a sports bra under the tank car top. She found her way to the region where the amateurs play rugby. Out on the field of honor were two groups of Cy Young men. One group wore uniforms, well at least matching shirts, amber and blue and emblazoned with a large `` P '' professionally embroidered on the back. The early group of Brigham Young men wore a hodgepodge of nettle jean, shorts, work the boot, beat up tennis shoe, swither shirts and T shirts. Each had a large `` T '' on the vertebral column of his shirt, painted on on perhaps scrawled on with a illusion marker. The `` P 's '' all had expensive haircuts, and were either neat shaven or had neatly trimmed moustache. The `` T 's '' had scraggly byssus or 3 day growths, 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 SOB '' responded a T. The banter went back and Forth River as they kicked the formal around. After a spell it became apparent that the T 's were not really acerb or hateful, just playful. The P 's, on the other paw, really were nasty at times, spiteful and seemed to actually be fluff shaft. Finally an older man wearing a pillage shirt showed up. The side squared off, and the game began in earnest. The P 's passed the glob back and forth to each other, kicking it swiftly in a ordinate and practiced fashion. The T 's were more like a mob, yelling and charging. The P 's had finesse, the T 's brute strong suit and determination, they charged like a mob of maniacs. Up and down the theater of operations the ball was kicked. Now and then one team or the former scored a goal. It was amazing how the beast persuasiveness of the T 's and the skill and proficiency of the P 's balanced out. They were nearly rival. Finally, at the end, the T 's had won by a goal.

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

'' I would n't leave out it for the world '' replied Yvonne. Collin introduced the respite of his team to Yvonne as they headed for the pub. There was John the electrician, William who ran a plunk for hoe, Syd, the welder, Oliver, Ellis, Joey and Old Hickory. She missed exactly what some of them did. They were all soundly looking young men, scraggly but masculine and ruggedly handsome. They walked to the pub together as Yvonne got to do it all the the male child 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 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, robustious and having fun. More deglutition were bought and everyone got a bit drunk. Yvonne was not as sot as she was acting, but she could feel the glow.

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

'' You bet ! '' replied Yvonne.

'' toilet said `` You guys know I ca n't go. See you next week. ''

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

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

A few city block later they entered an older construction and walked up four flights of stairs to Kevin 's flat. It was a pocket-sized flat, not voluptuous at all. The decor included a dart card, bow and pointer, and a boastfully trophy bearing Kevin 's name and the name of the schooling he had attended along with the year of the laurels. A lilliputian promptly arithmetic in her caput told Yvonne that Kevin could n't be Sir Thomas 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 verbatim with you ? I mean, like no beating around the President George W. Bush, can I just say what I want without you getting made at me ? ''

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

Collin put his back talk right up to Yvonne 's ear and whispered `` I 'd really wish to get my cock in you again. '' As he whispered he gave her ear a trivial lick and a nibble on her ear lobe. Yvonne 's knees got frail 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 friends ? Can they follow ? Can they get in on the action too ? They all think you are a sexy MILF. ``

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

Collin spoke for the mathematical group ; `` Just commit us the color of your traffic light. If you say 'red light'we will stop whatever we are doing, I promise. You say yellow-bellied igniter, we will slow up it down and consume it slow. OK ? ``

Yvonne, looking around the way from face to face said rather loudly `` GREEN light ! '' The young men gatherer around her and began undressing her, feeling her up. Syd said

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

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

'' lecture dirty to me. I 'm a get married char, old enough to be the mother each and every one of you, and I want you all to fuck me. fucking my brains out. That makes me a slut, so squall me a slut. ``

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

Yvonne shook her pass and said ;

'' DP ? '' The boys stripped her. Their hands were all over her as they sucked her boob, fingered her pussy and ass, kissed her, French people kissed her. somebody thrust a rooster in Yvonne 's font. 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 thrust his putz into her gaping dribbling slit as he leaned back and reclined the chair. This gave Syd a consummate opportunity to sleep with her in the bum, but he could n't get his shaft into her pie-eyed bumhole.

'' Got any lubricating oil ? '' Syd asked. Kevin walked to the fridge and grabbed a one-half stick of butter. Syd stuck the butter into Yvonne 's ass and got about half of it to say up her anal epithelial duct. The relief of it he smeared over her bum and then wiped his paw on his shirt. Syd got his prick half way in and Yvonne mumbled something.

'' yellowness. yellowness sparkle ! ``

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

'' OK ? '' He asked. Yvonne grunted in the approving. Gradually Syd worked his way in until he had his pecker 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 boldness from her left field. He said ;

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

'' I want to fuck your boldness. Is that OK, bitch ? '' Yvonne mumbled in the affirmative again. She held Ellis'cock in her result hand and jerked it as she sucked Ellis'cock for all she was worth. She felt Syd explode in her bum filling her anal cavity with his hot, sticky cum. When he was done he pulled out. Joey came in her slit and Yvonne came with him. It was her first orgasm of the day and although not overcome, it was good enough and she looked forward to various more knock-down orgasms as the Cy 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 Jackson entered her from behind, thrusting his pecker into her pussy dog elan. Michael Joe Jackson 's prick was a lot braggy than any of the others. Yvonne was glad he was n't the one who had fucked her in the bum.

Jackson 's big cock was just howling. Soon Yvonne felt another orgasm building. She came long and hard this sentence. As she was coming down Jackson pulled out, twirl her around and thrust his cock into her mouth and immediately let loose with a immense squirt of cum, then another while yelling ;

'' Swallow it bitch, deglutition every drib ''. Yvonne swallowed twice and felt herself being moved across the elbow room, and pushed backwards. She half fell as she sat onto the electric chair on Oliver 's lap. Yvonne 's cunt was gaping and dribbling and Oliver shoved his cock inside her pussy quickly and easily, then he leaned back and pulled Yvonne back with him. Collin came over and started trying to get his tool in Yvonne 's puss at the same 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 shaft up her cunt at the same time and just moaned with joy.

Yvonne lost track of prison term, lost track of how many times she was fucked, how many lots of cum had exploded in her bum, mouth and bitch. It became a blur of beautiful young prick fucking her like she 'd never been fucked before. Finally the boys were all spent and Yvonne was way beyond completely spent. She heard water running and felt herself lifted up. She one-half opened her oculus to see that she was being carried into the lavatory. water system was running in the tub and a big mount of suds and bubbles was foaming up. She smelled lilacs as she was gently lowered into the tub of fond water, surrounded by cherubic smelling bath bubbles.

'' Yvonne, I had a girl living with me hear for awhile and when we split up she left behind her babble bath. We thought you might enjoy a decent belch bath before you go home. '' Kevin explained. Collin, Kevin and Jackson took turns sponging her off and massaging her animal foot and shoulder. They were gentle and paying attention 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 step and back to her car.

That evening, back at home, Yvonne acted as convention as she could, although it was hard 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 regretful to predict you at home, but I have a serious job. The Bobby 's pinched us. I 'm in the caboose. We are all in the ship's galley. Can you come ? We need you Sir Thomas More than you can opine. ``

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

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

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

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

'' It 's up to the conductor of Public criminal prosecution whether you can see any of them or not. Her help is down that manse on the left. Go see her. '' The Sargent stated. Yvonne followed the John Singer 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 metallic element desk sat a stark looking woman with short hair styled in a mannish personal manner. She wore plain stitch, unflattering clothing and no make-up.

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

'' Mr. Bradbury and his acquaintance beat and bunch raped a young womanhood this afternoon, apparently after pouring John Barleycorn into her at a topical anaesthetic 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. ``

Yvonne was dumbstruck. How could the boy be so gentle with her and then beat and rapine someone else ? As a thing of fact, how could they spoil another womanhood after they were so completely spent from fucking her ? They 'd all cum several clip each. Yvonne then asked ;

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

'' Between 2 p.m and 5 p.m. today '' the womanhood 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. I do n't know Kevin 's last-place 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 injure me. They were gentle and considerate, and did n't do anything without my consent. None of those young men are capable of forcing themselves on any cleaning lady. ''

The prosecutor 's rima oris dropped open. She looked at Yvonne disdainfully, then almost could n't control a snigger that tried to get out. `` Are you for certain you are not making this up ? Are you volition to testify in Court ? ``

'' I 'm a get hitched with char, with children. If I have to evidence in judicature ... .well, it would ruin me. If there is any way to forfend it I 'd rather not. '' Yvonne stated.

The prosecutor jibe 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 decent 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 rugger 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 rebut her testimonial ? ``

'' Different team '' Yvonne said. `` Ask her about the letter on their backs. My son that you have locked up all had a `` T '' on their binding. anticipate her. I bet she will severalize you they all wore a `` P ''.

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

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

'' Did you ever think of becoming a police detective ? You 've just solved our instance. I 'll sustain your friends released within the hour. Sorry for the troublesomeness. '' 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 phratry, Edward Young professionals. They could n't be implicated, could they ? ``

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

About xlv instant later Yvonne was sitting in the lobby when all the boys filed out of a face room access. 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 charges dropped. If there is anything any of us can ever do for you. ``

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