We left off the first of all 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 slave for a wide five months. Yvonne and Steve went back into the kitchen for a cup of tea and Steve said `` Five calendar month ? Are you really set to live here with me for five calendar month ? ''

Yvonne replied `` If you 'll throw me that long. '' Steve smiled and said `` Back to bed with you before you change your mind. '' Her answer was light-minded, `` What 's wrong with the kitchen table ? '' She stood up then sat on the table and leaned back on her elbows allowing Steve 's shirt to fall open exposing her breasts. Steve stood and grabbed the waist of her panties and pulled them off. Just as he was about to immerse his cock into her wet, waiting pussy he said

'' Do you heed if I ask you a query ? '' Yvonne replied

'' Ask me anything. '' Steve then said

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

You may require to record the fully story, `` Yvonne '' by Steve Britisher to before reading the come quaternary installment. installment two and three ( `` Yvonne and Steve go to Mexico ( Hidden Beach ) '' and `` Yvonne and Steve in Everglade State ( Haulover and Trapeze ) '' are as yet, unpublished. If reviews of the following are favorable, I 'll post them.

The five months flew by. Yvonne kept her job at the office and saw her tike every Saturday afternoon and every Midweek evening, except when she and Steve were traveling. She rarely saw Rob and spoke with him as seldom as potential. When she did speak with Rob she tormented him with sharp barbs and comment over his gambling her away and into being sold as a sex slave in payment of his gambling debts. `` Yes, he fucks me every day. '' `` Yes, his turncock is a bit full-grown than yours, but not so big as to ache me. ''

Steve treated Yvonne like a poove. They played tennis regularly and worked out together at the gym. Yvonne lost every special ounce she had ever gained and soon had the soundbox of a woman half her age. Steve gave her money to have her hair and nails done. Steve bought lots of nice clothes for Yvonne. Tight aphrodisiacal gym getup, pro attire to wear to process, a wicked weasel for the beach and a nearly transparent monokini for their beach vacation. They made love often, and Yvonne nearly always had at to the lowest degree three ( or More ) orgasms. As the five month neared its end Yvonne wrestled with what to do. With Rob and the youngster thinking she was sold into being a sex slave for five months, she did n't know how to `` truthalize '' her chronicle. 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 hand to have her as his sex striver for one day and then set her devoid with no obligation ? That she had stayed with Steve because it was what she wanted to do. Yvonne disturbed about her shaver and her notion of guilt grew by the day, by the time of day. Rob begged her to forgive him, begged her to try to put their married couple back together.

Finally, the day her imitation servitude was due to end Yvonne told Steve `` We have to spill. 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 stallion life. Maybe I 'm stupid, maybe that 's because you have fucked my Einstein out so wonderfully well '' she said with a half laugh. `` Oh, Steve ! If it was n't for the child ... dammit. I feel guilty for abandoning my marriage, shamefaced if I abandon you, hangdog if I do n't go back to my old life as a wife and mother. I 'm miserable. ''

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 delay 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 live on waiting to notice out if it will work out for you and your husband or not, waiting to feel out if you will come back to me. If you leave, it 's over. ''

Yvonne cried and cried. Steve held her gently in his blazonry, 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 year and a half before. Yvonne cried all the way home plate. She parked a stop away from her habitation and dried her heart and tried to derive her calm. Finally she slowly drove the live on block, parked, and walked into her theatre. Rob was at the kitchen board.

'' how-do-you-do '' Yvonne said.

Rob replied `` Hi, Yvonne. How are you '' They engaged in small talking for a patch, but it was as if they were barely familiarity. There was no worked up connection. The Kid were out with acquaintance. After a spell they turned on the tv and watched some old rerun in muteness. The Kyd came home and spent a few arcminute with Yvonne before going to their rooms to talk with friends and surf the net. Yvonne went through the motions feeling empty and lonely even when Rob and the minor were in the room. Day after day, workweek after hebdomad Yvonne moved through each day much as the day she returned home. Then one Friday evening the kitchen cesspit clogged up.

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

'' Yvonne, you know I 'm not serious at dwelling house repair, especially plumbing. Just call a pipe fitter '' replied Rob. Yvonne called six plumbers before she found one who could issue forth the next day. When the morrow rolled around Rob was out at his gambler 's anonymous meeting and the children were out with friends. The doorbell rang and Yvonne answered to find out a fat, unshaven man in greasy overalls with a handsome youth man wearing short circuit 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 untested man was carrying a pecker box. The older man looked under the sump and grunted.

'' Have at it boy. I 'll be in the truck having a smoke. '' said the erstwhile man as he walked back to the front room access. The vernal man put his tool box down and got down on the floor. He was not practically older than Yvonne 's son, and cute as could be. He had a boyish grin and a dimpled chad in his nerve. He laid on his backbone and wriggled back under the sink.

'' 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 pail and passed it to the Brigham Young man. His shorts were curt and as he wriggled around they rode up and his balls spilled out. He appeared not to notice, so Yvonne said zip. darn. He had big balls. Yvonne and Rob had tried to piddle screw a few times. It was perfunctory and unsatisfying for Yvonne. She did n't realize how corneous she was until she saw those beautiful young ballock hanging out of the leg of the boxers of the young pipe fitter. 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 professional plumber. You will be paying him record rate for this job. He will scrutinise my work after I am done and then write you up a bill. I have another two years before I get my credentials. '' Yvonne just stared at the young clod hanging out of the young man 's shorts and tried to stop palpitation. She finally excused herself and went off to her bedroom to change apparel.

In her chamber Yvonne ran a brush through her hair and quickly applied some lip rouge. She then removed her baggy jeans and sweat shirt and slipped on her sexy gym outfit. The tight fitting shorts accentuated her ass and they were short enough to show a little bit of ass buttock. She put on a thin army tank top, no bra and looked into the mirror. He nipples were knockout and the thin out top left her pokey highly seeable. She hurried back into the kitchen, somewhat breathless and flushed. `` I 'm back '' she announced.

The young man scooted out from under the sink, looked up at her and a look of surprise flashed across his countenance. His centre went right to her breast and his mouth dropped open. He stammered `` Well, 'mam, it finished. I 'm afraid that book rate is an hour and a half, and that 's what Mr. Smith will banker's bill you, even though it took me only twenty minutes to fix it. ''

'' Twenty minutes ? '' Yvonne said. `` Mr. Kate Smith has probably not even finished his cigarette. Would you like some tea before you go ? '' The young man smiled an shook his capitulum. 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 provide me tea. As an apprentice I do all the workplace, Mr. Julia Evelina Smith gets all the money. He keeps me jolly meddlesome all day. ``

'' You do n't have to call me 'Mam, my name is Yvonne. '' She smiled at him, then poured the hot water into the tea kettle. She took two loving cup and two dish out of the cabinet and walked behind Collin, then reached over him to place his cup in front line of him, brushing her left tit across his right berm. The electricity ran from her nipple straightaway to her clit. She could scarcely conceive what she was doing. She brought the tea kettleful over to the table and again, as she passed behind Collin she leaned against his binding and dragged her pap across his berm. Her tank top had fairly thin shoulder strap and very large arm holes. As Yvonne moved around the table and bent over to pour tea into her own cup she was standing somewhat sideways to Collin. He had a survey of the side of meat her unexpended tit through the arm hollow of her armored combat vehicle top. Collin thought she was the aphrodisiac MILF he 'd ever seen.

Yvonne sat down antonym 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 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 rugger.

'' You like to view rugby ? '' Yvonne asked.

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

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

'' No, `` ma ... Yvonne. Not exactly. I mean, we have a team, but it 's not formal. It 's just some of my better half. We call ourselves the `` T '' for market keeper and we play against another cozy team called the the `` P 's '' because they all went to public schooling and university. Me and my mate, we are all tradesmen and apprentices, working guys. The `` T 's '' they are mostly pro, barristers, designer, you know, guys who do n't perspire or get dirty at piece of work. We meet Billy Sunday at the Mungo Park unless it rains. Why do n't you come cheer for us sometime ? And after the game, we all go to the pub where the losing team buys a round for the winning team. Would you like that ? ''

Yvonne said `` Yes. I think I would care that. Can you give me your number so I can call off you beforehand to throw sure I have the clock time and place right ? '' She got up and got a pencil and paper and and once more, leaned over his shoulder joint from behind pressing her tits into his dorsum, she placed the paper in front of him on the board 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 inside of her thigh. Yvonne trembled just a little, than gasped an almost inaudible gasp as Collin 's bridge player reached her hot, wet genitals. Then she whispered into Collin 's ear wetly `` Your reference 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 professorship away from the mesa, moved around to face him, then straddled him and sat on his lap facing him. She kissed him, open mouthed, and started grinding her pussy against his careen heavy cock. She reached down and unbuttoned the one release at the top of Collin 's shorts, worked his zip down, and got his cock out. Yvonne 's pussy was throbbing as she pulled her drawers aside and grabbed Collins cock and stuck in herself. She was moving up and down on Collin 's prick as Collin pulled her tank top up and over her head. He tossed it across the kitchen and started sucking her pull up stakes tit. They were both in a frenzy.

Collin stood up with Yvonne impaled on his cock, then sat her down on the kitchen table, laid her back, and spread her legs wide, all the time never taking his cock out of her or missing a stroke. 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 like ? Collin just kept pounding away like a laborer hammer. Yvonne got back into the rhythm and felt her orgasm building. Collin had his sass on hers again and she thrust her tongue out. Collin then gave Yvonne his natural language which she sucked into her mouth. Collin 's step 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 expert orgasm since leaving Steve. Collin 's pace slowed. They were both winded. Collin pulled out slowly, dribbling the net of his cum on the level where it mingled with the juices spilling out of her thoroughly fucked bitch. Collin 's drawers were around his ankle joint. He pulled them up, stuffing his shaft back away. Yvonne just lay there on the kitchen table, smiling wickedly.

'' well, 'mam. I think I 've taken care of your bathymetry job, at least for the fourth dimension being. I secure go get Mr. Ian Smith so he can sign on off on it. '' Collin said. `` You have my bit, so you can holler me if you need anything again. '' He smiled, picked up his toolbox and walked out. Yvonne ran back into her sleeping room and changed quickly back into the wearing apparel she had worn before the plumber arrived. Smith came back in without Collin and glanced under the kitchen sink, then handed her a bill which Yvonne paid in John Cash. An hour or so later Rob returned home.

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

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

Dominicus 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 pain face on his aspect. The kid just gave her `` The flavor '' that kids give whenever their parents suggest anything that takes them away from their champion. Yvonne then said ;

'' Well, it 's just too dainty a day to stay abode and see the telly. I 'm going out. '' She washed the ravisher and took a shower, carefully dressing in her sexiest gym outfit, then putting on her baggy stew suit over top of her gym suit. As she left the theatre she said loud enough for all to discover 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 art object of paper on which Collin had scrawled his address and telephone numbers. She thought about calling, then decided to just exhibit up at the car park. After she parked she removed the baggy sudor and exited the car wearing her aphrodisiacal gym outfit, but with a fun bra under the tank top. She found her way to the area where the amateurs play rugby. Out on the field were two groups of young men. One group wore uniforms, well at least matching shirts, gold and blue air and emblazoned with a heavy `` P '' professionally embroidered on the book binding. The other group of Pres Young men wore a hodgepodge of devil blue jean, short circuit, work iron heel, beat up sneak, sweat shirts and T shirts. Each had a large `` T '' on the back of his shirt, painted on on perhaps scrawled on with a legerdemain marking. The `` P 's '' all had expensive haircuts, and were either clean shaven or had neatly trimmed moustache. The `` T 's '' had scraggly beards or 3 day growths, longish hair and a rather ragamuffin show. Yvonne sat down and listened to the banter.

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

'' Fook you, full-bodied, spoiled prick '' responded a T. The backchat went back and Forth as they kicked the orchis 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 script, really were nasty at prison term, vindictive and seemed to actually be mollycoddle asshole. Finally an older man wearing a stripped shirt showed up. The incline squared off, and the biz began in earnest. The P 's passed the ball back and Forth River to each early, kicking it swiftly in a align and expert fashion. The T 's were more like a mob, yelling and charging. The P 's had finesse, the T 's brute strength and determination, they charged like a mob of lunatic. Up and down the field the glob was kicked. Now and then one team or the other scored a destination. It was amazing how the animate being strength of the T 's and the science and technique of the P 's balanced out. They were nearly peer. 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 miss it for the world '' replied Yvonne. Collin introduced the rest of his team to Yvonne as they headed for the pub. There was John the electrician, William who ran a backrest hoe, Syd, the welder, King Oliver, Ellis, Joey and Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson. She missed exactly what some of them did. They were all near looking young men, scraggly but masculine and ruggedly big. They walked to the pub together as Yvonne got to bonk all the the male child a bit. She whispered to Collin `` Do they all know ? '' Collin shook his principal. Yvonne thought she should be embarrassed, but she was n't. She just wanted to get Collin 's peter back inside her, and really did n't give care what it took to do it. Once at the pub the P 's bought a stave. 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 sot. Yvonne was not as drunkard as she was acting, but she could find the glow.

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

'' You bet ! '' replied Yvonne.

'' lavatory said `` You guys make love I ca n't go. See you next workweek. ''

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

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

A few blocks later they entered an older edifice and walked up four flight of stairs of stairs to Kevin 's flavourless. It was a small apartment, not luxurious at all. The decor included a dart board, bow and arrows, and a large trophy posture Kevin 's public figure and the name of the school he had attended along with the twelvemonth of the award. A little quick arithmetic in her head told Yvonne that Kevin could n't be more than than two or three yr older than her own son. Collin dragged Yvonne aside and whispered in her ear.

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

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

Collin put his rima oris 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 lilliputian salt lick and a pick on her ear lobe. Yvonne 's knees got weak and she grabbed onto Collin to becalm herself as she whispered back to him ;

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

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

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

Collin spoke for the group ; `` Just give us the coloration of your traffic light. If you say 'red fire up'we will hold back whatever we are doing, I promise. You say yellow twinkle, we will retard it down and take it easy. OK ? ``

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

'' I 'm going to make out this strumpet in the bum ! ''

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

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

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

Yvonne shook her drumhead and said ;

'' DP ? '' The boys stripped her. Their hands were all over her as they sucked her pap, fingered her pussy and ass, kissed her, French people kissed her. Someone thrust a cock 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 hot seat and sat down with Yvonne on his lap facing him and push up his prick into her gaping dribbling puss as he leaned back and reclined the electric chair. This gave Syd a sodding opportunity to have it away her in the bum, but he could n't get his dick into her tight bumhole.

'' Got any grease ? '' Syd asked. Kevin walked to the electric refrigerator and grabbed a half reefer 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 cock half way in and Yvonne mumbled something.

'' Yellow. Yellow luminance ! ``

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

'' OK ? '' He asked. Yvonne grunted in the approbatory. Gradually Syd worked his way in until he had his dick all they way up Yvonne 's bum hole, balls bass. Joey started thrusting in her slit and Syd plunged in and out of her bum. Ellis had his cock in Yvonne 's face 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 grimace. Is that OK, bitch ? '' Yvonne mumbled in the affirmative again. She held Ellis'tool in her left over hand and jerked it as she sucked Ellis'shaft for all she was deserving. She felt Syd explode in her bum filling her anal caries with his hot, awkward cum. When he was done he pulled out. Joey came in her twat and Yvonne came with him. It was her inaugural climax of the day and although not overpowering, it was dependable enough and she looked forward to several more muscular orgasms as the Edward 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 Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson entered her from derriere, thrusting his cock into her pussy dog expressive style. Stonewall Jackson 's cock was a lot bigger than any of the others. Yvonne was beaming 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 orgasm edifice. She came long and hard this clock time. As she was coming down Jackson pulled out, spun her around and hurtle his cock into her mouth and immediately let let loose with a huge pip-squeak of cum, then another while yelling ;

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

Yvonne lost cartroad of time, lost raceway of how many times she was fucked, how many loads of cum had exploded in her bum, rima oris and cunt. It became a fuzz of beautiful Loretta Young pecker fucking her like she 'd never been fucked before. Finally the boy were all spent and Yvonne was way beyond completely spent. She heard water running and felt herself lifted up. She half opened her eye to see that she was being carried into the privy. body of water was running in the tub and a big backing of suds and bubble was foaming up. She smelled lilacs as she was gently lowered into the tub of warm water supply, surrounded by sweet smelling bathing tub bubbles.

'' 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 house of cards tub before you go menage. '' Kevin explained. Collin, Kevin and Mahalia Jackson took turns sponging her off and massaging her infantry and shoulder joint. They were patrician 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 stairs and back to her car.

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

'' Yvonne, it 's Collin. I 'm sad to call you at home, but I have a severe problem. The Bobby 's pinched us. I 'm in the caboose. We are all in the ship's galley. Can you occur ? We need you more than than you can suppose. ``

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

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

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

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

'' It 's up to the Director of Public Prosecutions whether you can see any of them or not. Her supporter is down that hall 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 severe looking woman with short haircloth styled in a mannish manner. She wore knit, unflattering wearable and no make-up.

'' What is it ? '' the woman 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 receive out what was going on. The prosecutor said

'' Mr. Bradbury and his ally pulsation and gang raped a young cleaning lady this afternoon, apparently after pouring strong drink into her at a local anesthetic pub. She 's in the infirmary considerably the worse for wear. We are going after the level best penalisation for these roughshod felon. You ca n't see them and there will be no bail. ``

Yvonne was dumbstruck. How could the boys be so blue with her and then beat and assault someone else ? As a matter of fact, how could they assault another woman after they were so completely spent from fucking her ? They 'd all cum respective times each. Yvonne then asked ;

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

'' Between 2 p.m and 5 p.m. today '' the woman said.

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

'' Where ? '' asked the woman.

'' At Kevin 's two-dimensional. I do n't bang Kevin '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 soft and considerate, and did n't do anything without my consent. None of those vernal men are capable of forcing themselves on any woman. ''

The prosecutor 's mouth dropped open. She looked at Yvonne disdainfully, then almost could n't control a snort that tried to get out. `` Are you certainly you are not making this up ? Are you willing to take the stand in court ? ``

'' I 'm a marry woman, with children. If I have to testify in court ... .well, it would bankrupt me. If there is any way to nullify it I 'd rather not. '' Yvonne stated.

The public prosecutor stroke back harshly `` Are you willing to testify in judicature ? ``

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

'' What about the victim in the hospital ? '' said the prosecuting attorney. `` She says she watched a rugger game, 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 refute her testimony ? ``

'' Different team '' Yvonne said. `` Ask her about the letter of the alphabet on their dorsum. My boy that you have locked up all had a `` T '' on their back. call in 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 conscious and capable to talk with you ? '' Yvonne heard. `` Ask her if the perpetrators had a letter on their backs. '' There was a break of three or four minutes then `` Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh ''. The prosecuting officer hung up her sound, looked at Yvonne and said ;

'' Did you ever think of becoming a law police detective ? You 've just solved our slip. I 'll have your booster released within the hour. Sorry for the inconvenience. '' There was a whang at the door and the Sargent walked in. `` Get that other team rounded up and brought in as soon as potential. ''

'' But, m'am, they are all from respectable mob, new professionals. They could n't be implicated, could they ? ``

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

About xlv bit later Yvonne was sitting in the antechamber when all the boys filed out of a side threshold. 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 encounter a team to play against. I do n't think the `` P 's '' will be on the field for a long, foresighted time. Or, if you ca n't find a team to play against, you could just ask for me back up to Kevin 's '' .