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

Yvonne replied `` If you 'll have got me that long. '' Steve smiled and said `` Back to bed with you before you change your thinker. '' Her reply was light-minded, `` What 's damage with the kitchen board ? '' She stood up then sat on the table and leaned back on her elbow joint allowing Steve 's shirt to hang open exposing her breasts. Steve stood and grabbed the waist of her panties and pulled them off. Just as he was about to absorb his shaft into her wet, waiting pussy he said

'' Do you take care 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 show the full story, `` Yvonne '' by Steve Britisher to before reading the keep abreast fourthly instalment. installing two and three ( `` Yvonne and Steve go to Mexico ( Hidden Beach ) '' and `` Yvonne and Steve in Florida ( Haulover and Trapeze ) '' are as yet, unpublished. If limited review of the following are favorable, I 'll brand them.

The five months flew by. Yvonne kept her job at the office and saw her shaver every Saturday good afternoon and every Wed evening, except when she and Steve were traveling. She rarely saw Rob and spoke with him as seldom as potential. When she did utter with Rob she tormented him with sharp shaft and comments over his gambling her away and into being sold as a sex slave in requital of his gambling debts. `` Yes, he fucks me every day. '' `` Yes, his cock is a bit fully grown than yours, but not so big as to hurt me. ''

Steve treated Yvonne like a fag. They played tennis regularly and worked out together at the gym. Yvonne lost every extra ounce she had ever gained and soon had the body of a char half her age. Steve gave her money to let her hair and nails done. Steve bought lots of nice clothes for Yvonne. Tight aphrodisiacal gym getup, professional attire to wear to puzzle out, a wicked weasel for the beach and a nearly transparent monokini for their beach holidays. They made love often, and Yvonne nearly always had at least three ( or more ) orgasms. As the five months neared its end Yvonne wrestled with what to do. With Rob and the shaver thinking she was sold into being a sex slave for five month, she did n't bonk how to `` truthalize '' her story. 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 sustain her as his sex slave for one day and then set her complimentary with no obligation ? That she had stayed with Steve because it was what she wanted to do. Yvonne worried about her tiddler 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 back together.

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

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 enough to rest with you forever and I love you decent 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 terminal. I ca n't endure waiting to find out if it will function out for you and your married man or not, waiting to find out if you will do back to me. If you leave, it 's over. ''

Yvonne cried and cried. Steve held her gently in his munition, then he kissed her on the forehead and Yvonne walked out to her car, never turning back as Steve watched her go. Steve felt more empty that he had since Nancy had died more than a twelvemonth and a one-half before. Yvonne cried all the way home. She parked a blocking away from her dwelling house and dried her eyes and tried to realise her composure. Finally she slowly drove the hold up closure, parked, and walked into her house. Rob was at the kitchen mesa.

'' howdy '' Yvonne said.

Rob replied `` Hi, Yvonne. How are you '' They engaged in small lecture for a while, but it was as if they were barely acquaintances. There was no emotional connection. The kids were out with friends. After a piece they turned on the telly and watched some old rerun in silence. The Kyd came place and spent a few proceedings with Yvonne before going to their suite to talk with friends and surf the net. Yvonne went through the movement feeling empty and lonely even when Rob and the kid were in the room. Day after day, workweek after week Yvonne moved through each day much as the day she returned home. 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 goodness at home stamping ground, especially plumbing. Just visit a plumber '' replied Rob. Yvonne called six pipe fitter before she found one who could make out the next day. When the morrow rolled around Rob was out at his risk taker 's anonymous meeting and the minor were out with friends. The buzzer rang and Yvonne answered to find a fat, unshaven man in greasy overalls with a handsome young man wearing boxershorts at his side.

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

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

'' Have at it boy. I 'll be in the truck having a smoke. '' said the older man as he walked back to the front door. The younger man put his putz box down and got down on the story. He was not much older than Yvonne 's son, and cute as could be. He had a boylike smile and a dimple in his cheek. He laid on his rachis and wriggled back under the sinkhole.

'' Do you possess a bucket or a pan handy, 'mam. '' The unseasoned man said. `` I could go to the motortruck and get one. ``

Yvonne said `` No. I mean, Yes, I have a pail, you do n't postulate to go to the truck. '' Yvonne fetched a bucket and passed it to the young man. His shorts were shortsighted and as he wriggled around they rode up and his egg spilled out. He appeared not to detect, so Yvonne said nothing. shit. He had big egg. Yvonne and Rob had tried to make love a few fourth dimension. It was perfunctory and unsatisfying for Yvonne. She did n't understand how randy she was until she saw those beautiful youth balls hanging out of the leg of the drawers of the young plumber. Yvonne was speechless. She just looked, and licked her lips.

The plumber started to talk. `` I 'm just an learner. Mr. Adam Smith, he 's the maestro plumber. You will be paying him Good Book rate for this job. He will inspect my work after I am done and then write you up a bank note. I have another two years before I get my certification. '' Yvonne just stared at the Thomas Young ball hanging out of the young man 's shorts and tried to break off shaking. She finally excused herself and went off to her chamber to change wearing apparel.

In her bedroom Yvonne ran a brush through her hair and quickly applied some lipstick. She then removed her sloppy jean and travail shirt and slipped on her sexy gym outfit. The tight fitting shorts accentuated her ass and they were short enough to demo a little bit of ass cheek. She put on a slim down armored combat vehicle top, no bra and looked into the mirror. He nipples were operose and the thin top left her jail highly visible. She hurried back into the kitchen, somewhat breathless and flushed. `` I 'm back '' she announced.

The untried man scooted out from under the sink, looked up at her and a smell of surprise flashed across his countenance. His optic went right to her tits and his back talk dropped open. He stammered `` Well, 'mam, it finished. I 'm afraid that book rate is an minute and a half, and that 's what Mr. Smith will bill you, even though it took me only twenty minute of arc to fix it. ''

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

'' My name is Collin, 'mam. It is very nice of you to proffer me tea. As an apprentice I do all the work, Mr. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith gets all the money. He keeps me reasonably busy all day. ``

'' You do n't stimulate to visit me 'Mam, my name is Yvonne. '' She smiled at him, then poured the hot water into the tea kettle hole. She took two cups and two disc out of the cabinet and walked behind Collin, then reached over him to invest his cup in front of him, brushing her left tit across his justly berm. The electrical energy ran from her nipple straight to her clit. She could scarcely trust what she was doing. She brought the tea tympani over to the mesa and again, as she passed behind Collin she leaned against his vertebral column and dragged her mammilla across his shoulder. Her tank top had fairly thin straps and very large arm trap. As Yvonne moved around the board and bent over to pour tea into her own cup she was standing somewhat sideways to Collin. He had a purview of the side her pass on tit through the arm hole of her army tank top. Collin thought she was the sexy MILF he 'd ever seen.

Yvonne sat down opposite Collin and they engaged in small talk. She asked him about his work and what he did besides work and whether or not he had a girl. `` 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 out rugby ? '' Yvonne asked.

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

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

'' No, `` ma ... Yvonne. Not exactly. I mean, we have a team, but it 's not courtly. 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 schoolhouse and university. Me and my better half, we are all storekeeper and apprentices, working guys. The `` T 's '' they are mostly professionals, barristers, architects, you know, guys who do n't sweat or get dirty at piece of work. We meet Sundays at the park unless it rains. Why do n't you do sunniness for us sometime ? And after the game, we all go to the pub where the losing squad buys a turn for the winning team. Would you like that ? ''

Yvonne said `` Yes. I think I would care that. Can you give me your numeral so I can call you beforehand to build sure I have the meter and place right ? '' She got up and got a pencil and newspaper publisher and and once More, leaned over his articulatio humeri from behind pressing her breast into his backrest, she placed the paper in front of him on the board as she spoke softly into his ear. `` Hear you go, just spell it there for me. OK. ? ``

Collin reached back behind him and ran his hand down the exterior of Yvonne 's leg, then back up, slowly and gradually moving his had from the outside of her leg to the interior of her second joint. Yvonne trembled just a little, than gasped an almost unhearable pant as Collin 's hand reached her hot, wet crotch. Then she whispered into Collin 's ear wetly `` Your name and address too. '' as she licked his ear and then gently bit it. By this metre Yvonne was almost completely out of control. She pulled Collin 's chair away from the board, moved around to face him, then straddled him and sat on his lap facing him. She kissed him, open mouthed, and started grinding her kitty against his rock tough cock. She reached down and unbuttoned the one button at the top of Collin 's short pants, worked his zipper down, and got his shaft out. Yvonne 's pussy was throbbing as she pulled her shorts aside and grabbed Collins prick and stuck in herself. She was moving up and down on Collin 's turncock as Collin pulled her tank top up and over her head. He tossed it across the kitchen and started sucking her go forth tit. They were both in a frenzy.

Collin stood up with Yvonne impaled on his dick, then sat her down on the kitchen table, laid her back, and spread her legs wide, all the clip never taking his cock out of her or missing a stroke. As Collin stood rapidly fucking Yvonne, her laid back on the kitchen table, legs ranch, 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 hammer. Yvonne got back into the rhythm method of birth control and felt her orgasm construction. Collin had his mouth on hers again and she thrust her tongue out. Collin then gave Yvonne his tongue which she sucked into her mouth. 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 for the first time skilful orgasm since leaving Steve. Collin 's tread slowed. They were both winded. Collin pulled out slowly, dribbling the last of his cum on the story where it mingled with the juices spilling out of her thoroughly fucked cunt. Collin 's shortstop were around his ankles. He pulled them up, stuffing his cock back away. Yvonne just lay there on the kitchen table, smiling wickedly.

'' wellspring, 'mam. I think I 've taken precaution of your plumbing problem, at least for the time being. I better go get Mr. David Roland Smith so he can sign off on it. '' Collin said. `` You have my act, so you can address 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 clothes she had worn before the plumber arrived. Adam Smith came back in without Collin and glanced under the kitchen cesspit, then handed her a bill which Yvonne paid in hard currency. An hour or so later Rob returned home.

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

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

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

'' Well, it 's just too nice a day to stay home and watch the telly. I 'm going out. '' She washed the dishes and took a rain shower, carefully dressing in her sexiest gym turnout, then putting on her baggy sweat suit over top of her gym suit. As she left the house she said loud enough for all to hear her

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

Once in the car Yvonne looked at the small-arm of paper on which Collin had scrawled his address and telephone numbers pool. She thought about calling, then decided to just render up at the park. After she parked she removed the baggy travail and exited the car wearing her sexiest gym outfit, but with a sport bra under the tank top. She found her way to the area where the amateurs play rugby. Out on the discipline were two groups of young men. One group wore uniforms, well at least matching shirts, atomic number 79 and blue and emblazoned with a heavy `` P '' professionally embroidered on the back. The other group of immature men wore a omnium-gatherum of ragged jeans, shorts, work flush, beat up sneaker, effort shirts and T shirts. Each had a large `` T '' on the dorsum of his shirt, painted on on perhaps scrawled on with a magical marker. The `` P 's '' all had expensive haircuts, and were either neat shaven or had neatly trimmed mustaches. The `` T 's '' had scraggly beards or 3 day growths, longish hair and a rather tatterdemalion appearance. Yvonne sat down and listened to the banter.

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

'' Fook you, ample, spoiled prick '' responded a T. The banter went back and Forth as they kicked the ballock around. After a while it became manifest that the T 's were not really bitter or hateful, just playful. The P 's, on the other hand, really were cruddy at sentence, spiteful and seemed to actually be ball up pricks. Finally an onetime man wearing a stripped shirt showed up. The sides squared off, and the game began in earnest. The P 's passed the clump back and forth to each early, kicking it swiftly in a coordinated and use fashion. The T 's were more like a mob, yelling and charging. The P 's had delicacy, the T 's animal military strength and determination, they charged like a mob of maniac. Up and down the theater the ball was kicked. Now and then one team or the early scored a goal. It was amazing how the brute intensity of the T 's and the accomplishment 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 lay down it, 'ma ... Yvonne. Are you coming to the pub with us ? ''

'' I would n't miss it for the worldly concern '' replied Yvonne. Collin introduced the rest of his team to Yvonne as they headed for the pub. There was Saint John the Apostle the electrician, William who ran a indorse hoe, Syd, the welder, King Oliver, Ellis, Joey and Jackson. She missed exactly what some of them did. They were all good looking youthful men, scraggly but masculine and ruggedly handsome. They walked to the pub together as Yvonne got to lie with all the the boys a bit. She whispered to Collin `` Do they all know ? '' Collin shook his head. Yvonne thought she should be embarrassed, but she was n't. She just wanted to get Collin 's shaft 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. 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 rummy. Yvonne was not as inebriate as she was acting, but she could feel the gleaming.

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

'' You bet ! '' replied Yvonne.

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

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

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

A few pulley block later they entered an older building and walked up four flights of stairs to Kevin 's flat. It was a little flat, not luxurious at all. The decor included a dart board, bow and arrows, and a large trophy bearing Kevin 's name and the public figure of the shoal he had attended along with the year of the accolade. A little nimble arithmetic in her caput told Yvonne that Kevin could n't be Thomas More than two or three long time sure-enough than her own son. Collin dragged Yvonne aside and whispered in her ear.

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

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

Collin put his mouth right up to Yvonne 's ear and whispered `` I 'd really like to get my peter in you again. '' As he whispered he gave her ear a piddling biff and a nibble on her earlobe. Yvonne 's genu got weak and she grabbed onto Collin to steady herself as she whispered back to him ;

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

Collin, now speaking out loud said `` What about my Friend ? Can they watch ? Can they get in on the natural process too ? They all think you are a aphrodisiac MILF. ``

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

Collin spoke for the group ; `` Just afford us the color of your traffic light. If you say 'red brightness'we will stop whatever we are doing, I promise. You say lily-livered brightness level, we will retard it down and take it easy. OK ? ``

Yvonne, looking around the room from facial expression to side said rather loudly `` K LIGHT ! '' The young men gatherer around her and began undressing her, feeling her up. Syd said

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

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

'' talk of the town dirty to me. I 'm a marital charwoman, old enough to be the mother each and every one of you, and I want you all to know me. Fuck my psyche out. That makes me a slut, so call me a strumpet. ``

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

Yvonne shook her head and said ;

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

'' Got any grease ? '' Syd asked. Kevin walked to the fridge 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 canal. The rest of it he smeared over her bum and then wiped his hand on his shirt. Syd got his shaft half way in and Yvonne mumbled something.

'' yellowness. yellowness lighting ! ``

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

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

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

'' I want to fuck your face. Is that OK, bitch ? '' Yvonne mumbled in the affirmative again. She held Ellis'prick in her will deal 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, awkward cum. When he was done he pulled out. Joey came in her snatch and Yvonne came with him. It was her first sexual climax of the day and although not overwhelming, it was unspoilt 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 Joseph Oliver bent her over the sofa and capital of Mississippi entered her from tail end, thrusting his cock into her pussy dog style. Thomas J. Jackson 's cock was a lot self-aggrandising than any of the others. Yvonne was happy he was n't the one who had fucked her in the bum.

Jackson 's big cock was just wonderful. Soon Yvonne felt another coming building. She came long and hard this time. As she was coming down Jackson pulled out, spin out her around and hurtle his cock into her oral cavity and immediately let at large with a vast jet of cum, then another while yelling ;

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

Yvonne lost caterpillar tread of fourth dimension, lost track of how many times she was fucked, how many loads of cum had exploded in her bum, sassing and cunt. It became a blur of beautiful Cy Young cocks fucking her like she 'd never been fucked before. Finally the male child were all spent and Yvonne was way beyond completely spent. She heard piddle running and felt herself lifted up. She half opened her eyes to see that she was being carried into the lav. Water was running in the tub and a big mount of soapsuds and bubble was foaming up. She smelled lilacs as she was gently lowered into the tub of warm water, surrounded by cherubic smelling bath bubbles.

'' Yvonne, I had a girlfriend livelihood with me hear for awhile and when we split up she left behind her bubble bath. We thought you might enjoy a nice burp Bath before you go dwelling. '' Kevin explained. Collin, Kevin and Jackson took turns sponging her off and massaging her understructure and shoulder. They were lenify and paying attention and had stopped calling her names. Finally they dried her off and helped her get dressed, then each one of them kissed her goodbye. Collin walked her down the steps and back to her car.

That evening, back at abode, Yvonne acted as normal as she could, although it was unmanageable to walk normally as sore as she was from all the excellent ass she had received. Then the speech sound rang. Yvonne answered.

'' Yvonne, it 's Collin. I 'm sorry to call you at dwelling house, but I have a serious job. The Bobby 's in straitened circumstances us. I 'm in the ship's galley. We are all in the cabin car. Can you come ? We need you more than you can conceive of. ``

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

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

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

'' No '' Yvonne said. `` I 'm a protagonist of his, and the other gent on his rugby football squad. How many of them do you have here. ''

'' It 's up to the music director of populace Prosecutions whether you can see any of them or not. Her assistant is down that hallway on the left. Go see her. '' The Sargent stated. Yvonne followed the Sargent 's counseling and knocked hesitantly on the door marked as the one he had mentioned.

'' Come in '' Yvonne heard, and entered. Behind an old metal desk sat a grave looking woman with unretentive hair styled in a mannish mode. She wore knit, unflattering clothing and no make-up.

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

'' Mr. Bradbury and his admirer beat and gang raped a young woman this afternoon, apparently after pouring spirits into her at a local 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 boys be so gentle with her and then pulsation and violation mortal else ? As a thing of fact, how could they rape another woman after they were so completely spent from fucking her ? They 'd all cum various meter each. Yvonne then asked ;

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

'' Between 2 p.m and 5 p.m. today '' the fair sex said.

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

'' Where ? '' asked the woman.

'' At Kevin 's flat. I do n't know Kevin 's shoemaker'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 gentle and considerate, and did n't do anything without my consent. None of those young men are capable of forcing themselves on any adult female. ''

The prosecuting officer 's mouth dropped clear. She looked at Yvonne disdainfully, then almost could n't control a snicker that tried to get out. `` Are you trusted you are not making this up ? Are you will to evidence in Court ? ``

'' I 'm a married charwoman, with small fry. If I have to evidence in court ... .well, it would ruin me. If there is any way to invalidate it I 'd rather not. '' Yvonne stated.

The prosecuting officer snap back harshly `` Are you bequeath to testify in tribunal ? ``

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

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

'' Different team '' Yvonne said. `` Ask her about the letter on their backs. My boys that you have locked up all had a `` T '' on their back. Call her. I bet she will tell 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 hospital standing outside the dupe 's room.

'' Is the woman witting and able-bodied to talk with you ? '' Yvonne heard. `` Ask her if the perpetrators had a 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 phone, looked at Yvonne and said ;

'' Did you ever think of becoming a police tec ? You 've just solved our case. I 'll birth your Friend released within the hour. Sorry for the incommodiousness. '' There was a knock at the door and the Sargent walked in. `` Get that former team rounded up and brought in as soon as possible. ''

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

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

About forty-five minutes later Yvonne was sitting in the lobby when all the boys 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 billing dropped. If there is anything any of us can ever do for you. ``

'' Well '' Yvonne said. `` You might bid me to your next game, if you can find a team to wager against. I do n't think the `` P 's '' will be on the field for a farseeing, long time. Or, if you ca n't find a team to dally against, you could just bid me back up to Kevin 's '' .