We left off the first story of Steve and Yvonne after Yvonne talked with the children and told her husband, Rob, that she was going to be serving as a sex hard worker for a entire five calendar month. Yvonne and Steve went back into the kitchen for a cup of tea and Steve said `` Five calendar month ? Are you really cook to live here with me for five 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 improper with the kitchen table ? '' She stood up then sat on the table and leaned back on her elbows allowing Steve 's shirt to decrease receptive exposing her bosom. Steve stood and grabbed the waist of her panties and pulled them off. Just as he was about to plunge his cock into her wet, waiting pussycat he said

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

'' Ask me anything. '' Steve then said

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

You may desire to show the full story, `` Yvonne '' by Steve Briton to before reading the pursual fourth installment. installing two and three ( `` Yvonne and Steve go to United Mexican States ( Hidden Beach ) '' and `` Yvonne and Steve in Florida ( Haulover and Trapeze ) '' are as yet, unpublished. If limited review of the following are well-disposed, I 'll post them.

The five calendar month flew by. Yvonne kept her job at the spot and saw her tyke every Sat good afternoon and every Wed evening, except when she and Steve were traveling. She rarely saw Rob and spoke with him as seldom as possible. When she did speak with Rob she tormented him with discriminating barb and input over his gambling her away and into being sold as a sex striver in payment of his play debts. `` Yes, he fucks me every day. '' `` Yes, his cock is a bit full-grown than yours, but not so big as to pain me. ''

Steve treated Yvonne like a fairy. They played tennis regularly and worked out together at the gym. Yvonne lost every extra snow leopard she had ever gained and soon had the torso of a women one-half her age. Steve gave her money to have her hair and nails done. Steve bought lots of nice clothes for Yvonne. Tight aphrodisiac gym kit, pro garb to wear out 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 ) orgasms. As the five calendar month neared its end Yvonne wrestled with what to do. With Rob and the fry thinking she was sold into being a sex hard worker for five months, she did n't know how to `` truthalize '' her story. How could she explicate to the kids that she was voluntarily living with a man who she loved ? A man who had paid £200,000 for the right to have got her as his sex slave for one day and then set her free with no responsibility ? That she had stayed with Steve because it was what she wanted to do. Yvonne worried about her children and her look of guilt grew by the day, by the hr. Rob begged her to forgive him, begged her to try to put their man and wife back together.

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

Steve listened for a recollective 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 lifetime, that she had no option, that she was obligated. Steve reassured her `` Yvonne, I love you. I love you enough 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 final. I ca n't hold out waiting to find out if it will forge out for you and your husband or not, waiting to find out if you will total 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 vacuous that he had since Nancy had died more than a class and a one-half before. Yvonne cried all the way home. She parked a block away from her home base and dried her optic and tried to hit her composure. Finally she slowly drove the last stop, parked, and walked into her menage. Rob was at the kitchen mesa.

'' hello '' Yvonne said.

Rob replied `` Hi, Yvonne. How are you '' They engaged in small talk for a while, but it was as if they were barely acquaintances. There was no aroused connection. The Thomas Kid were out with friends. After a while they turned on the telly and watched some old rerun in secrecy. The kids came home and spent a few minutes with Yvonne before going to their way to talk with friends and surf the net. Yvonne went through the motions feeling empty and lonely even when Rob and the kids were in the room. Day after day, calendar week after hebdomad Yvonne moved through each day much as the day she returned home. Then one Friday evening the kitchen sink clogged up.

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

'' Yvonne, you know I 'm not good at home reparation, especially plumbing. Just anticipate a plumber '' replied Rob. Yvonne called six plumber before she found one who could amount the adjacent day. When the morrow rolled around Rob was out at his risk taker 's anonymous meeting and the tyke were out with ally. The bell rang and Yvonne answered to find a fat, unshaven man in greasy boilersuit with a openhanded young man wearing shorts at his side.

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

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

'' Have at it boy. I 'll be in the truck having a skunk. '' said the older man as he walked back to the front door. The youthful man put his tool box down and got down on the floor. He was not very much older than Yvonne 's son, and cute as could be. He had a boyish grin and a dimpled chad in his cheek. He laid on his rachis and wriggled back under the swallow hole.

'' Do you have a bucket or a pan handy, 'mam. '' The Lester Willis Young man said. `` I could go to the motortruck 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 Pres Young man. His trunks were myopic and as he wriggled around they rode up and his balls spilled out. He appeared not to point out, so Yvonne said nothing. Damn. He had big orchis. Yvonne and Rob had tried to make eff a few times. It was perfunctory and unsatisfying for Yvonne. She did n't realize how randy she was until she saw those beautiful Pres Young balls hanging out of the leg of the short pants of the Whitney Young plumber. Yvonne was speechless. She just looked, and licked her lips.

The plumber started to speak. `` I 'm just an apprentice. Mr. Smith, he 's the lord plumber. You will be paying him book rate for this job. He will inspect my body of work after I am done and then pen you up a note. I have another two years before I get my documentation. '' Yvonne just stared at the young balls hanging out of the Cy Young man 's shorts and tried to lay off vibration. She finally excused herself and went off to her chamber to convert clothes.

In her sleeping room Yvonne ran a brushing through her hair and quickly applied some lipstick. She then removed her loose-fitting dungaree and sweat shirt and slipped on her aphrodisiacal gym outfit. The tight fitting shorts accentuated her ass and they were brusque enough to show a fiddling bit of ass cheek. She put on a thin tank top, no bra and looked into the mirror. He nipples were knockout and the thin top left her jailhouse highly visible. She hurried back into the kitchen, somewhat pulseless and flushed. `` I 'm back '' she announced.

The new man scooted out from under the sink, looked up at her and a spirit of surprisal flashed across his countenance. His eyes went right to her teat and his mouth dropped assailable. He stammered `` Well, 'mam, it finished. I 'm afraid that record rate is an hour and a one-half, and that 's what Mr. Ian Smith will bill you, even though it took me only twenty hour to fix it. ''

'' twenty dollar bill second ? '' Yvonne said. `` Mr. Ian Smith has probably not even finished his fag. Would you like some tea before you go ? '' The unseasoned man smiled an shook his head. Yvonne set about making tea. The Whitney Young man sat at the kitchen tabular array.

'' My name is Collin, 'mam. It is very prissy of you to offer me tea. As an learner I do all the work, Mr. Smith gets all the money. He keeps me fairly busy all day. ``

'' You do n't have to ring me 'Mam, my epithet is Yvonne. '' She smiled at him, then poured the hot weewee into the tea kettle. She took two cups and two discus out of the storage locker and walked behind Collin, then reached over him to target his cup in front of him, brushing her bequeath tit across his right shoulder. The electrical energy ran from her nipple straight person 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 back and dragged her tits across his shoulder. Her tank top had fairly thin straps and very large arm holes. As Yvonne moved around the table and knack over to stream tea into her own cup she was standing somewhat sideways to Collin. He had a view of the English her left tit through the arm hole of her army tank top. Collin thought she was the aphrodisiac MILF he 'd ever seen.

Yvonne sat down inverse Collin and they engaged in small talk. She asked him about his workplace and what he did besides work and whether or not he had a girlfriend. `` No, not right now. I had one but she went off to University and got hooked up with some guy there. '' he explained. Collin then started talking about Rugby.

'' You like to look out rugby ? '' Yvonne asked.

'' No, 'mam, I mean Yvonne. I like to swordplay 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 partner. We call ourselves the `` T '' for shopkeeper and we play against another informal team called the the `` P 's '' because they all went to public school and university. Me and my first mate, we are all market keeper and learner, working guys. The `` T 's '' they are mostly professionals, barristers, architects, you know, Guy who do n't sudate or get dirty at employment. We meet Sundays at the commons unless it rains. Why do n't you descend cheer for us sometime ? And after the game, we all go to the pub where the losing team buys a turn for the winning team. Would you like that ? ''

Yvonne said `` Yes. I think I would like that. Can you contribute me your number so I can phone you beforehand to make sure as shooting I have the time and place right ? '' She got up and got a pencil and paper and and once more, leaned over his berm from behind pressing her tits into his back, she placed the report in front of him on the table as she spoke softly into his ear. `` Hear you go, just write 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 thigh. Yvonne trembled just a short, than gasped an almost inaudible gasp as Collin 's hand reached her hot, wet genital organ. Then she whispered into Collin 's ear wetly `` Your address too. '' as she licked his ear and then gently bit it. By this time Yvonne was almost completely out of control. She pulled Collin 's chairperson away from the table, moved around to confront him, then straddled him and sat on his lap facing him. She kissed him, open mouthed, and started grinding her kitty-cat against his rock gruelling stopcock. She reached down and unbuttoned the one clit at the top of Collin 's shorts, worked his slide fastener down, and got his cock out. Yvonne 's slit was throbbing as she pulled her shorts aside and grabbed Wilkie Collins dick and stuck in herself. She was moving up and down on Collin 's cock as Collin pulled her armoured combat vehicle top up and over her head. He tossed it across the kitchen and started sucking her left tit. They were both in a frenzy.

Collin stood up with Yvonne impaled on his cock, then sat her down on the kitchen board, laid her back, and spread her legs across-the-board, all the time never taking his cock out of her or missing a virgule. As Collin stood rapidly fucking Yvonne, her laid back on the kitchen table, legs spread, she screamed `` Oh, Steve, fuck me ! '' Horrified Yvonne recognise what she 'd said. She had called Collin Steve. Had he heard ? Did he care ? Collin just kept pounding away like a laborer hammer. Yvonne got back into the rhythm method and felt her coming edifice. Collin had his lip on hers again and she thrust her tongue out. Collin then gave Yvonne his tongue which she sucked into her mouth. Collin 's pace quickened. Yvonne knew he was close, then he bellowed and she felt jet after jet of his hot cum blasting into her. She moaned and whimpered as she came down from her first thoroughly orgasm since leaving Steve. Collin 's tread slowed. They were both winded. Collin pulled out slowly, dribbling the last of his cum on the base where it mingled with the juices spilling out of her thoroughly fucked pussy. Collin 's short were around his mortise joint. He pulled them up, stuffing his dick back away. Yvonne just lay there on the kitchen table, smiling wickedly.

'' fountainhead, 'mam. I think I 've taken guardianship of your plumbing problem, at least for the metre being. I best 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 bedroom and changed quickly back into the clothes she had worn before the pipe fitter arrived. John Smith came back in without Collin and glanced under the kitchen sink, then handed her a bill which Yvonne paid in cash. An 60 minutes or so later Rob returned home.

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

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

Sunday after breakfast Yvonne said to Rob and the children `` It 's a cover girl day. Let 's all go do something outdoors. '' Rob groaned with a pained grammatical construction on his case. The tike 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 nice a day to rest home and watch the telly. I 'm going out. '' She washed the dishes and took a shower, carefully dressing in her aphrodisiac gym outfit, 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 park or somewhere ? ``

Once in the car Yvonne looked at the piece of paper on which Collin had scrawled his address and telephone issue. She thought about calling, then decided to just prove up at the Park. After she parked she removed the baggy effort and exited the car wearing her aphrodisiacal gym getup, but with a mutation bra under the tank car top. She found her way to the area where the amateurs play rugby. Out on the field were two grouping of Lester Willis Young men. One group wore uniforms, well at least matching shirts, gold and blue and emblazoned with a heavy `` P '' professionally embroidered on the binding. The other radical of Lester Willis Young men wore a oddments of jaw jeans, shorts, workplace boots, beat up sneakers, sweat shirts and T shirts. Each had a tumid `` T '' on the back of his shirt, painted on on perhaps scrawled on with a magic marker. The `` P 's '' all had expensive haircuts, and were either clean shaven or had neatly trimmed moustache. The `` T 's '' had scraggly whiskers or 3 day maturation, longish hair and a rather ragamuffin appearance. Yvonne sat down and listened to the banter.

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

'' Fook you, copious, spoiled prick '' responded a T. The banter went back and Forth River as they kicked the Lucille Ball around. After a while it became apparent that the T 's were not really vitriolic or mean, just playful. The P 's, on the early hand, really were filthy at meter, spiteful and seemed to actually be mollycoddle pricking. Finally an Old man wearing a discase shirt showed up. The position squared off, and the game began in earnest. The P 's passed the ball back and forth to each early, kicking it swiftly in a coordinated and practiced manner. The T 's were more like a mob, yelling and charging. The P 's had finesse, the T 's brute strength and decision, they charged like a mob of maniacs. Up and down the field the egg was kicked. Now and then one team or the former scored a goal. It was amazing how the animate being strength of the T 's and the skill 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 glad you could constitute it, 'ma ... Yvonne. Are you coming to the pub with us ? ''

'' I would n't miss it for the human race '' replied Yvonne. Collin introduced the sleep of his team to Yvonne as they headed for the pub. There was John the linesman, 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 good looking young men, scraggly but masculine and ruggedly big. They walked to the pub together as Yvonne got to have a go at 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 hammer back inside her, and really did n't care what it took to do it. Once at the pub the P 's bought a round of golf. After that the P 's all moved to the far end of the pub and stayed to themselves. They were sullen and resentful. The T 's were jolly, boisterous and having fun. Thomas More drinks were bought and everyone got a bit wino. Yvonne was not as rummy as she was acting, but she could finger the lambency.

One of the guy wire said `` OK boys. Let 's all go up to Kevin 's. He has a bottleful of Scotch 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 adjacent workweek. ''

Some of the other 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 good married man. ``

A few blocks later they entered an older building and walked up four flying of stairs to Kevin 's vapid. It was a small apartment, not sumptuous at all. The interior decoration included a dart board, bow and arrow, and a orotund trophy armorial bearing Kevin 's name and the name of the school he had attended along with the year of the prize. A little quick arithmetic in her caput told Yvonne that Kevin could n't be more than two or three class older than her own son. Collin dragged Yvonne aside and whispered in her ear.

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

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

Collin put his mouth right up to Yvonne 's ear and whispered `` I 'd really care to get my cock in you again. '' As he whispered he gave her ear a niggling lick and a nybble on her earlobe. Yvonne 's articulatio genus got unaccented and she grabbed onto Collin to calm 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 ally ? Can they watch ? Can they get in on the natural action too ? They all think you are a aphrodisiacal MILF. ``

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

Collin spoke for the grouping ; `` Just give us the color of your traffic Inner Light. If you say 'red calorie-free'we will stop whatever we are doing, I promise. You say white-livered illumination, we will slow it down and subscribe to it well-to-do. OK ? ``

Yvonne, looking around the room from face to human face said rather loudly `` GREEN LIGHT ! '' The Brigham Young men gatherer around her and began undressing her, feeling her up. Syd said

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

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

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

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

Yvonne shook her head and said ;

'' DP ? '' The boy stripped her. Their hands were all over her as they sucked her tit, fingered her slit and ass, kissed her, Gallic kissed her. Someone thrust a shaft in Yvonne 's face. She grabbed it and started sucking for all she was worth. Joey picked her up and carried her to an arm professorship and sat down with Yvonne on his lap facing him and pierce his pecker into her gaping dribbling cunt as he leaned back and reclined the chair. This gave Syd a perfect opportunity to have sex her in the bum, but he could n't get his putz into her pie-eyed bumhole.

'' Got any grease ? '' Syd asked. Kevin walked to the electric refrigerator and grabbed a half stick of butter. Syd stuck the butter into Yvonne 's ass and got about half of it to say up her anal canal. The balance of it he smeared over her bum and then wiped his hand on his shirt. Syd got his cock half way in and Yvonne mumbled something.

'' Yellow. yellowed Light ! ``

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

'' OK ? '' He asked. Yvonne grunted in the affirmatory. 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 cunt and Syd plunged in and out of her bum. Ellis had his cock in Yvonne 's font from her left. He said ;

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

'' I want to fuck your case. 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 cavity with his hot, sticky cum. When he was done he pulled out. Joey came in her cunt and Yvonne came with him. It was her for the first time orgasm of the day and although not submerge, it was respectable enough and she looked forward to various more powerful orgasms as the young met fucked every which way. When Joey was done she felt herself being lifted off of him. Kevin and Oliver bent her over the sofa and Stonewall Jackson entered her from behind, thrusting his cock into her pussy dog panache. Thomas J. Jackson 's peter was a lot gravid than any of the others. Yvonne was glad he was n't the one who had fucked her in the bum.

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

'' Swallow it bitch, Swallow every pearl ''. Yvonne swallowed twice and felt herself being moved across the room, and pushed backwards. She one-half fell as she sat onto the chair on Joseph Oliver 's lap. Yvonne 's cunt was gaping and dribbling and King Oliver shoved his cock inside her cunt quickly and easily, then he leaned back and pulled Yvonne back with him. Collin came over and started trying to get his cock in Yvonne 's cunt at the Sami clock time Oliver had his pecker in her. It was a tight fit, but Yvonne groaned `` unripe light '' and Collin shoved his turncock in all the way. She had two rooster up her cunt at the Saame clock time and just moaned with joy.

Yvonne lost caterpillar track of fourth dimension, lost track of how many clip she was fucked, how many loads of cum had exploded in her bum, oral cavity and cunt. It became a blur of beautiful young 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 bathroom. Water 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 lovesome water, surrounded by sweet smelling Bath house of cards.

'' Yvonne, I had a girlfriend living with me hear for awhile and when we split up she left behind her bubble bath. We thought you might enjoy a nice bubble bath before you go home. '' Kevin explained. Collin, Kevin and Jackson took turns sponging her off and massaging her foot and shoulders. They were gentle and attentive 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 stairs and back to her car.

That evening, back at home, Yvonne acted as rule as she could, although it was difficult to walk normally as sore as she was from all the excellent fucking she had received. Then the phone rang. Yvonne answered.

'' Yvonne, it 's Collin. I 'm sorry to call you at home, but I have a serious trouble. The Bobby 's pinched us. I 'm in the ship's galley. We are all in the caboose. Can you come ? We need you more than you can imagine. ``

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

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

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

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

'' It 's up to the theatre director of Public Prosecutions whether you can see any of them or not. Her assistant is down that dorm on the leftfield. Go see her. '' The John Singer Sargent stated. Yvonne followed the Sargent 's directions and knocked hesitantly on the door marked as the one he had mentioned.

'' Come in '' Yvonne heard, and entered. Behind an old metal desk sat a severe looking fair sex with short tomentum styled in a mannish manner. She wore plain, unflattering article of clothing and no make-up.

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

'' Mr. Ray Bradbury and his friends beat and gang raped a Edward Young char this afternoon, apparently after pouring hard drink into her at a local anaesthetic pub. She 's in the infirmary considerably the worse for wear. We are going after the maximum penalty for these vicious 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 rhythm and rape someone else ? As a matter of fact, how could they rape another woman after they were so completely spent from fucking her ? They 'd all cum various multiplication each. Yvonne then asked ;

'' What time did the alleged law-breaking occur ? ``

'' Between 2 p.m and 5 p.m. today '' the adult female said.

Yvonne said `` But they were with me during that fourth dimension. They could n't have raped anyone. They were with me. ``

'' Where ? '' asked the woman.

'' At Kevin 's categoric. I do n't live 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 suffer me. They were blue and considerate, and did n't do anything without my consent. None of those Lester Willis Young men are capable of forcing themselves on any woman. ''

The prosecutor 's oral fissure dropped spread out. She looked at Yvonne disdainfully, then almost could n't hold in a snicker that tried to get out. `` Are you sure you are not making this up ? Are you willing to testify in court ? ``

'' I 'm a get married womanhood, with baby. If I have to testify in motor lodge ... .well, it would ruin me. If there is any way to void it I 'd rather not. '' Yvonne stated.

The prosecutor stroke back harshly `` Are you willing to prove 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 infirmary ? '' said the prosecuting officer. `` She says she watched a Rugby secret plan, went to the pub with the squad, drank with them, was lured to the apartment of one of them, and brutally raped by all of them. How can you 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 vertebral column. Call her. I bet she will severalize 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 victim 's room.

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

'' Did you ever think of becoming a law detective ? You 've just solved our showcase. I 'll have your Friend released within the hour. Sorry for the worriment. '' There was a knocking 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, unseasoned professionals. They could n't be implicated, could they ? ``

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

About forty-five instant later Yvonne was sitting in the entrance hall 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 charge dropped. If there is anything any of us can ever do for you. ``

'' Well '' Yvonne said. `` You might ask over me to your next game, if you can get a team to toy against. I do n't suppose the `` P 's '' will be on the field for a long, long sentence. Or, if you ca n't regain a team to meet against, you could just invite me back up to Kevin 's '' .