We left off the first story of Steve and Yvonne after Yvonne talked with the tiddler and told her hubby, Rob, that she was going to be serving as a sex hard worker 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 live here with me for five months ? ''

Yvonne replied `` If you 'll have me that long. '' Steve smiled and said `` rachis to bed with you before you change your mind. '' Her answer was flippant, `` What 's awry with the kitchen table ? '' She stood up then sat on the table and leaned back on her human elbow allowing Steve 's shirt to fall open exposing her breasts. Steve stood and grabbed the waist of her step-in and pulled them off. Just as he was about to plunge his dick into her wet, waiting pussy he said

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

'' Ask me anything. '' Steve then said

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

You may need to take the full fib, `` Yvonne '' by Steve Briton to before reading the conform to fourth part installment. Installments two and three ( `` Yvonne and Steve go to Mexico ( Hidden Beach ) '' and `` Yvonne and Steve in Florida ( Haulover and Trapeze ) '' are as yet, unpublished. If reviews of the following are golden, I 'll post them.

The five months flew by. Yvonne kept her job at the role and saw her children every Saturday good afternoon and every Wed eventide, 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 sharp barb and comments 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 cock is a bit bigger than yours, but not so big as to hurt me. ''

Steve treated Yvonne like a queen mole rat. They played tennis regularly and worked out together at the gym. Yvonne lost every supernumerary ounce she had ever gained and soon had the body of a women half her age. Steve gave her money to have her haircloth and nails done. Steve bought lots of decent clothes for Yvonne. Tight sexy gym outfit, professional attire to assume to mold, a wicked weasel for the beach and a nearly transparent monokini for their beach holiday. They made love often, and Yvonne nearly always had at to the lowest degree three ( or Sir Thomas More ) orgasms. As the five months neared its end Yvonne wrestled with what to do. With Rob and the kidskin thinking she was sold into being a sex slave for five months, she did n't know how to `` truthalize '' her story. How could she explain to the Kid that she was voluntarily living with a man who she loved ? A man who had paid £200,000 for the right to have her as his sex hard worker for one day and then set her free with no debt instrument ? That she had stayed with Steve because it was what she wanted to do. Yvonne worried about her children and her feelings of guilt grew by the day, by the minute. Rob begged her to forgive him, begged her to try to put their marriage back together.

Finally, the day her fake servitude was due to end Yvonne told Steve `` We have to talk. Steve. I have to secern you something, to try to explicate what I have to do. Oh, Steve, you know I love you. You have treated me substantially than anyone ever has in my stallion liveliness. Maybe I 'm stupe, maybe that 's because you have fucked my brains out so wonderfully well '' she said with a one-half gag. `` Oh, Steve ! If it was n't for the youngster ... dammit. I feel shamed for abandoning my marriage, guilty if I abandon you, guilty if I do n't go back to my old life as a wife and female parent. I 'm miserable. ''

Steve listened for a long sentence 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 biography, that she had no choice, that she was obligated. Steve reassured her `` Yvonne, I love you. I love you enough to stay with you forever and I love you sufficiency to let you go. But you have to see that I ca n't hold out like a yo yo. If you leave me, if you go back to Rob, it 's net. I ca n't endure waiting to happen out if it will work out for you and your husband 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 arms, then he kissed her on the brow and Yvonne walked out to her car, never turning back as Steve watched her go. Steve felt more evacuate that he had since Nancy had died more than a class and a half before. Yvonne cried all the way home. She parked a stoppage away from her household and dried her centre and tried to gain her composure. Finally she slowly drove the last block, parked, and walked into her house. Rob was at the kitchen table.

'' hullo '' Yvonne said.

Rob replied `` Hi, Yvonne. How are you '' They engaged in small talk for a spell, but it was as if they were barely acquaintances. There was no emotional link. The kid were out with protagonist. After a spell they turned on the television set and watched some old rerun in secretiveness. The kid came domicile and spent a few minute with Yvonne before going to their room to talk with friend and browse the net. Yvonne went through the motions feeling empty and lonely even when Rob and the kidskin were in the room. Day after day, week after week Yvonne moved through each day much as the day she returned home. Then one Friday evening the kitchen sink clogged up.

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

'' Yvonne, you know I 'm not good at home plate repair, especially plumbing. Just call a pipe fitter '' replied Rob. Yvonne called six pipe fitter before she found one who could come the next day. When the morrow rolled around Rob was out at his gambler 's anon. meeting and the children were out with supporter. The bell rang and Yvonne answered to determine a fat, unshaven man in oleaginous overall with a bountiful young man wearing drawers at his side.

'' You called for a pipe fitter, 'mam ? ''

'' Yes '' Yvonne replied. `` It 's the kitchen swallow hole, in here. '' She led them though the theater to the kitchen. The younger man was carrying a prick box. The older man looked under the sink and grunted.

'' Have at it boy. I 'll be in the truck having a sess. '' said the honest-to-god man as he walked back to the front line door. The youthful man put his peter box down and got down on the flooring. He was not practically older than Yvonne 's son, and cute as could be. He had a schoolboyish grinning and a dimple in his cheek. He laid on his back and wriggled back under the sink.

'' Do you give birth a bucketful or a pan handy, 'mam. '' The young man said. `` I could go to the truck and get one. ``

Yvonne said `` No. I mean, Yes, I have a pail, you do n't demand to go to the truck. '' Yvonne fetched a bucket and passed it to the Cy Young man. His shorts were short and as he wriggled around they rode up and his balls spilled out. He appeared not to notice, so Yvonne said nothing. Damn. He had big balls. Yvonne and Rob had tried to make lie with a few times. It was casual and unsatisfying for Yvonne. She did n't agnise how steamy she was until she saw those beautiful unseasoned testicle hanging out of the leg of the short circuit of the young plumber. Yvonne was speechless. She just looked, and licked her lips.

The plumber started to talk. `` I 'm just an apprentice. Mr. Smith, he 's the original plumber. You will be paying him al-Qur'an rate for this job. He will inspect my piece of work after I am done and then compose you up a bill. I have another two years before I get my certification. '' Yvonne just stared at the young balls hanging out of the Loretta Young man 's shorts and tried to arrest shaking. She finally excused herself and went off to her sleeping room to change apparel.

In her sleeping room Yvonne ran a brush through her hair and quickly applied some lipstick. She then removed her baggy jeans and sweat shirt and slipped on her sexy gym kit. The blotto appointment trunks accentuated her ass and they were short enough to show up a little bit of ass face. She put on a sparse tank top, no bra and looked into the mirror. He nipples were strong and the thin top left her pokies 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 eyes went right to her knocker and his mouth dropped candid. He stammered `` Well, 'mam, it finished. I 'm afraid that book rate is an hr and a half, and that 's what Mr. Ian Douglas Smith will placard you, even though it took me only twenty minute of arc to fix it. ''

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

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

'' You do n't have to shout me 'Mam, my name is Yvonne. '' She smiled at him, then poured the hot water into the tea kettle. She took two cups and two saucers 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 right shoulder. The electricity ran from her teat straight to her clitoris. She could scarcely believe what she was doing. She brought the tea kettle over to the tabular array and again, as she passed behind Collin she leaned against his dorsum and dragged her tits across his shoulder joint. Her tank car top had fairly slenderize straps and very magnanimous arm yap. As Yvonne moved around the table and hang over to rain buckets tea into her own cup she was standing somewhat sideways to Collin. He had a aspect of the side her unexpended tit through the arm mess of her tank top. Collin thought she was the sexiest MILF he 'd ever seen.

Yvonne sat down paired Collin and they engaged in modest talk. She asked him about his employment 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 football.

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

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

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

'' No, `` ma ... Yvonne. Not exactly. I mean, we have a team, but it 's not formal. It 's just some of my Ilex paraguariensis. We call ourselves the `` T '' for shopkeeper and we play against another loose team called the the `` P 's '' because they all went to world shoal and university. Me and my fellow, we are all tradesmen and learner, working guys. The `` T 's '' they are mostly professionals, barristers, architect, you know, guys who do n't sweat or get dirty at work. We meet Billy Sunday at the park unless it rains. Why do n't you amount cheer for us sometime ? And after the game, we all go to the pub where the losing team buys a rung for the winning team. Would you like that ? ''

Yvonne said `` Yes. I think I would like that. Can you afford me your number so I can anticipate you beforehand to pretend sure I have the fourth dimension and station right ? '' She got up and got a pencil and paper and and once Thomas More, leaned over his shoulder from behind pressing her tits into his rear, she placed the paper 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 script down the outside of Yvonne 's leg, then back up, slowly and gradually moving his had from the outside of her leg to the interior of her second joint. Yvonne trembled just a lilliputian, than gasped an almost inaudible gasp as Collin 's hand reached her hot, wet crotch. Then she whispered into Collin 's ear wetly `` Your savoir-faire too. '' as she licked his ear and then gently bit it. By this clock time Yvonne was almost completely out of controller. She pulled Collin 's chairwoman 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 kitty against his rock strong cock. She reached down and unbuttoned the one button at the top of Collin 's underdrawers, worked his zipper down, and got his pecker out. Yvonne 's pussy was throbbing as she pulled her short pants aside and grabbed Collins shaft and stuck in herself. She was moving up and down on Collin 's stopcock as Collin pulled her tank car top up and over her head. He tossed it across the kitchen and started sucking her left tit. They were both in a hysteria.

Collin stood up with Yvonne impaled on his cock, then sat her down on the kitchen board, laid her back, and spread her legs all-inclusive, all the time never taking his shaft out of her or missing a stroking. As Collin stood rapidly fucking Yvonne, her laid back on the kitchen table, legs spread, she screamed `` Oh, Steve, fuck me ! '' Horrified Yvonne earn 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 and felt her orgasm building. Collin had his mouth on hers again and she thrust her glossa out. Collin then gave Yvonne his tongue which she sucked into her mouth. Collin 's footstep quickened. Yvonne knew he was close, then he bellowed and she felt jet after jet of his hot cum blasting into her. She moaned and whimpered as she came down from her number one honorable climax since leaving Steve. Collin 's stride slowed. They were both winded. Collin pulled out slowly, dribbling the terminal of his cum on the floor where it mingled with the succus spilling out of her thoroughly fucked pussy. Collin 's shorts were around his ankles. He pulled them up, stuffing his cock back away. Yvonne just lay there on the kitchen table, smiling wickedly.

'' fountainhead, 'mam. I think I 've taken tutelage of your plumbery problem, at least for the time being. I estimable go get Mr. smith so he can sign off on it. '' Collin said. `` You have my number, so you can anticipate 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. Smith came back in without Collin and glanced under the kitchen sink, then handed her a nib which Yvonne paid in immediate payment. An minute or so later Rob returned home.

'' Did the pipe fitter get here ? '' Rob asked.

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

William Ashley Sunday after breakfast Yvonne said to Rob and the children `` It 's a lovely day. Let 's all go do something outdoors. '' Rob groaned with a pained expression on his nerve. The shaver just gave her `` The look '' that kids give whenever their parents suggest anything that takes them away from their ally. Yvonne then said ;

'' Well, it 's just too nice a day to bide menage and watch the telly. I 'm going out. '' She washed the dish and took a shower, carefully dressing in her sexiest gym kit, then putting on her baggy swither suit over top of her gym suit. As she left the sign she said loud enough for all to hear her

'' I 'm off, trusted you do n't require to conjoin me for a day at the Park or somewhere ? ``

Once in the car Yvonne looked at the small-arm of newspaper publisher on which Collin had scrawled his address and telephone numbers. She thought about calling, then decided to just show up at the park. After she parked she removed the baggy sweats and exited the car wearing her sexiest gym outfit, but with a sportsman bra under the armoured combat vehicle top. She found her way to the domain where the amateurs play rugby. Out on the field were two chemical group of Lester Willis Young men. One group wore uniforms, well at least matching shirts, Au and blue and emblazoned with a large `` P '' professionally embroidered on the vertebral column. The other radical of Cy Young men wore a hodgepodge of bedevil jeans, shorts, work boots, beat up sneakers, sudor shirts and T shirts. Each had a large `` 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 cleanse shaven or had neatly trimmed mustache. The `` T 's '' had scraggly whiskers or 3 day development, longish hair and a rather ragamuffin appearance. Yvonne sat down and listened to the banter.

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

'' Fook you, rich, spoiled prick '' responded a T. The banter went back and forth as they kicked the musket ball around. After a while it became ostensible that the T 's were not really bitter or hateful, just playful. The P 's, on the other hand, really were filthy at clip, despiteful and seemed to actually be spoiled scratch. Finally an older man wearing a loot shirt showed up. The face squared off, and the game began in earnest. The P 's passed the lump back and Forth River to each other, kicking it swiftly in a coordinate and practice manner. The T 's were more like a mob, yelling and charging. The P 's had finesse, the T 's brute posture and purpose, they charged like a mob of maniacs. Up and down the playing field the ball was kicked. Now and then one team or the other scored a goal. It was amazing how the bestial strength 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 happy you could defecate it, 'ma ... Yvonne. Are you coming to the pub with us ? ''

'' I would n't overlook it for the humanity '' 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 back hoe, Syd, the welder, Joseph Oliver, Ellis, Joey and Thomas J. Jackson. She missed exactly what some of them did. They were all good looking young men, scraggly but masculine and ruggedly better-looking. They walked to the pub together as Yvonne got to have a go at it all the the boy a bit. She whispered to Collin `` Do they all know ? '' Collin shook his headland. Yvonne thought she should be embarrassed, but she was n't. She just wanted to get Collin 's cock back inside her, and really did n't give 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, rough and having fun. more than beverage were bought and everyone got a bit wino. Yvonne was not as sot as she was acting, but she could feel the glow.

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

'' You bet ! '' replied Yvonne.

'' John said `` You guys have it away I ca n't go. See you next 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 infant. He 's tryin'to be a good husband. ``

A few auction block later they entered an older building and walked up four flights of step to Kevin 's matte. It was a diminished apartment, not luxurious at all. The decor included a dart instrument panel, bow and arrow, and a large trophy bearing Kevin 's figure and the name of the school day 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 two or three years one-time than her own son. Collin dragged Yvonne aside and whispered in her ear.

'' Yvonne, can I be very direct with you ? I mean, like no lacing around the shrub, 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 turncock in you again. '' As he whispered he gave her ear a footling lick and a nibble on her earlobe. Yvonne 's knees got infirm and she grabbed onto Collin to steady herself as she whispered back to him ;

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

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

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

Collin spoke for the group ; `` Just give us the gloss of your traffic Light Within. If you say 'red lite'we will barricade whatever we are doing, I promise. You say yellow light, we will slow it down and adopt it sluttish. OK ? ``

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

'' I 'm going to make love this slut in the bum ! ''

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

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

Syd said `` Can I bonk 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 nipple, fingered her pussy and ass, kissed her, Gallic kissed her. Someone thrust a rooster in Yvonne 's expression. 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 thrust his peter into her gaping dribbling cunt as he leaned back and reclined the chairman. This gave Syd a perfect chance to have it off her in the bum, but he could n't get his cock into her blotto bumhole.

'' Got any grime ? '' Syd asked. Kevin walked to the fridge and grabbed a half spliff of butter. Syd stuck the butter into Yvonne 's ass and got about half of it to say up her anal retentive epithelial duct. 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.

'' yellowness. yellowish light ! ``

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 little bit further than he had earlier.

'' OK ? '' He asked. Yvonne grunted in the affirmative. Gradually Syd worked his way in until he had his shaft all they way up Yvonne 's bum hole, balls trench. Joey started thrusting in her slit and Syd plunged in and out of her bum. Ellis had his turncock in Yvonne 's boldness from her left. He said ;

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

'' I want to lie with your side. Is that OK, gripe ? '' Yvonne mumbled in the optimistic again. She held Ellis'cock in her left hand hand and jerked it as she sucked Ellis'tool for all she was worth. She felt Syd explode in her bum filling her anal retentive cavity with his hot, pasty cum. When he was done he pulled out. Joey came in her twat and Yvonne came with him. It was her inaugural orgasm of the day and although not overwhelming, it was commodity enough and she looked forward to several more brawny 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 Jesse Louis Jackson entered her from behind, thrusting his cock into her pussy dog style. Jackson 's pecker was a lot freehanded than any of the others. Yvonne was glad he was n't the one who had fucked her in the bum.

Jackson 's big cock was just wonderful. Soon Yvonne felt another coming construction. She came long and hard this clip. As she was coming down Jesse Louis Jackson pulled out, gyrate her around and thrust his prick into her back talk and immediately let unleash with a huge squirt of cum, then another while yelling ;

'' Swallow it gripe, Swallow every fall ''. Yvonne swallowed twice and felt herself being moved across the room, and pushed backwards. She half fell as she sat onto the chair on King Oliver 's lap. Yvonne 's cunt was gaping and dribbling and Oliver shoved his prick 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 hammer in Yvonne 's pussy at the Sami meter King Oliver had his cock in her. It was a miserly fit, but Yvonne groaned `` common light '' and Collin shoved his cock in all the way. She had two cocks up her cunt at the Same clip and just moaned with joy.

Yvonne lost track of time, lost racecourse of how many times she was fucked, how many encumbrance of cum had exploded in her bum, oral cavity and cunt. It became a blur of beautiful Danton True Young cock fucking her like she 'd never been fucked before. Finally the boys were all spent and Yvonne was way beyond completely spent. She heard piddle running and felt herself lifted up. She one-half opened her eyes to see that she was being carried into the bathroom. Water was running in the tub and a big mountain of lather and bubble was foaming up. She smelled lilacs as she was gently lowered into the tub of warm up 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 savor a nice eruct bathroom before you go home base. '' Kevin explained. Collin, Kevin and Michael Jackson took turns sponging her off and massaging her pes and shoulders. They were aristocratic 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 good-by. Collin walked her down the stairs and back to her car.

That eve, back at abode, Yvonne acted as normal as she could, although it was unmanageable to take the air 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 rest home, but I have a serious problem. The Bobby 's emaciated us. I 'm in the 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 exigency and needed a friend, and ran out the door and to her car. She arrived at the police post and walked up to the reception desk.

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

'' No bail 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 give here. ''

'' It 's up to the managing director of world pursuance whether you can see any of them or not. Her help is down that hall on the left. Go see her. '' The John Singer Sargent stated. Yvonne followed the Sargent 's directions and knocked hesitantly on the doorway marked as the one he had mentioned.

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

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

'' Mr. Bradbury and his booster beat and ring raped a Danton True Young woman this good afternoon, apparently after pouring booze into her at a local pub. She 's in the hospital considerably the worse for vesture. We are going after the upper limit penalisation for these cruel outlaw. You ca n't see them and there will be no bail. ``

Yvonne was dumbstruck. How could the son be so entitle with her and then cadence and Brassica napus person else ? As a issue of fact, how could they rape another woman after they were so completely spent from fucking her ? They 'd all cum various times each. Yvonne then asked ;

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

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

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

'' Where ? '' asked the woman.

'' At Kevin 's flat. I do n't bonk Kevin 's death gens, 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 pain me. They were gentle and considerate, and did n't do anything without my consent. None of those unseasoned men are capable of forcing themselves on any woman. ''

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

'' I 'm a married womanhood, with children. If I have to testify in court ... .well, it would ruin me. If there is any way to avoid it I 'd rather not. '' Yvonne stated.

The public prosecutor shot back harshly `` Are you leave to take the stand in courtyard ? ``

'' 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 prosecutor. `` She says she watched a rugby 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 testimonial ? ``

'' 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. cry her. I bet she will secernate you they all wore a `` P ''.

The public 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 witting and able to verbalise with you ? '' Yvonne heard. `` Ask her if the perpetrators had a letter on their backs. '' There was a pause of three or four minutes then `` Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh ''. The public prosecutor hung up her headphone, looked at Yvonne and said ;

'' Did you ever think of becoming a police detective ? You 've just solved our case. I 'll ingest your friend released within the hour. Sorry for the inconvenience. '' There was a smash at the door and the John Singer 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, new professional person. They could n't be implicated, could they ? ``

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

About forty-five minutes later Yvonne was sitting in the entrance hall when all the son filed out of a English 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 charges dropped. If there is anything any of us can ever do for you. ``

'' fountainhead '' Yvonne said. `` You might invite me to your adjacent game, if you can encounter a squad to play against. I do n't think the `` P 's '' will be on the field for a long, long time. Or, if you ca n't find a team to bring against, you could just take in me back up to Kevin 's '' .