We left off the maiden narrative 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 total five months. Yvonne and Steve went back into the kitchen for a cup of tea and Steve said `` Five months ? Are you really ready to live here with me for five months ? ''

Yvonne replied `` If you 'll sustain me that long. '' Steve smiled and said `` Back to bed with you before you change your mind. '' Her answer was flippant, `` What 's wrong with the kitchen table ? '' She stood up then sat on the tabular array and leaned back on her elbow allowing Steve 's shirt to fall open exposing her breasts. Steve stood and grabbed the waistline of her panty and pulled them off. Just as he was about to plunge his putz into her wet, waiting kitty he said

'' Do you listen if I ask you a interrogative ? '' Yvonne replied

'' Ask me anything. '' Steve then said

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

You may require to take the full story, `` Yvonne '' by Steve Briton to before reading the next fourthly instalment. installing two and three ( `` Yvonne and Steve go to Mexico ( Hidden Beach ) '' and `` Yvonne and Steve in Sunshine State ( Haulover and Trapeze ) '' are as yet, unpublished. If followup of the following are favorable, I 'll put up them.

The five month 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 talk with Rob she tormented him with keen barbs and input 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 suffer me. ''

Steve treated Yvonne like a queen. They played tennis regularly and worked out together at the gym. Yvonne lost every extra ounce she had ever gained and soon had the soundbox of a char half her age. Steve gave her money to make her hair and nails done. Steve bought lots of gracious clothes for Yvonne. Tight aphrodisiacal gym outfits, professional garb to wear to mould, a wicked weasel for the beach and a nearly lucid monokini for their beach holidays. They made love often, and Yvonne nearly always had at least three ( or Thomas More ) orgasms. As the five calendar month neared its end Yvonne wrestled with what to do. With Rob and the tyke thinking she was sold into being a sex slave for five calendar month, she did n't sleep with how to `` truthalize '' her history. 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 accept her as his sex slave for one day and then set her free with no indebtedness ? That she had stayed with Steve because it was what she wanted to do. Yvonne worried about her nestling and her feelings of guilt grew by the day, by the time of day. Rob begged her to forgive him, begged her to try to put their wedlock back together.

Finally, the day her fake servitude was due to end Yvonne told Steve `` We have to spill. Steve. I have to say you something, to try to explain what I have to do. Oh, Steve, you know I love you. You have treated me upright than anyone ever has in my entire 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 children ... dammit. I feel guilty for abandoning my wedlock, hangdog if I abandon you, guilty if I do n't go back to my old life as a married woman and mother. I 'm miserable. ''

Steve listened for a tenacious metre 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 stay with you forever and I love you enough to let you go. But you have to understand that I ca n't endure like a yo yo. If you leave me, if you go back to Rob, it 's final. I ca n't endure waiting to see out if it will run out for you and your husband or not, waiting to find out if you will come back to me. If you leave, it 's over. ''

Yvonne cried and cried. Steve held her gently in his limb, then he kissed her on the os frontale and Yvonne walked out to her car, never turning back as Steve watched her go. Steve felt more empty that he had since Nancy had died more than a twelvemonth and a half before. Yvonne cried all the way home. She parked a block away from her home and dried her eyes and tried to benefit her composure. Finally she slowly drove the last stop, 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 humble talk for a while, but it was as if they were barely conversancy. There was no emotional joining. The kids were out with friends. After a while they turned on the telly and watched some old rerun in silence. The Thomas Kyd came habitation and spent a few hour with Yvonne before going to their rooms to talk with Friend and channel-surf the net. Yvonne went through the gesture feeling empty and lonely even when Rob and the kid were in the elbow room. Day after day, hebdomad after week Yvonne moved through each day much as the day she returned home. Then one Friday evening the kitchen sump clogged up.

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

'' Yvonne, you know I 'm not good at home hangout, especially plumbing. Just call a plumber '' replied Rob. Yvonne called six plumbers before she found one who could come the succeeding day. When the morrow rolled around Rob was out at his risk taker 's anon. meeting and the tiddler were out with Friend. The doorbell rang and Yvonne answered to find a fat, unshaved man in oleaginous boilersuit with a handsome unseasoned 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 unseasoned man was carrying a tool box. The older man looked under the sink and grunted.

'' Have at it boy. I 'll be in the truck having a pot. '' said the aged man as he walked back to the front man door. The younger man put his puppet box down and got down on the floor. He was not much senior than Yvonne 's son, and cute as could be. He had a schoolboyish grin and a dimple in his nerve. He laid on his back and wriggled back under the sink.

'' Do you throw a bucket or a pan W. C. Handy, 'mam. '' The young man said. `` I could go to the hand truck and get one. ``

Yvonne said `` No. I mean, Yes, I have a bucket, you do n't need to go to the motortruck. '' Yvonne fetched a bucket and passed it to the Edward Young man. His shorts were short and as he wriggled around they rode up and his testis spilled out. He appeared not to notice, so Yvonne said nothing. Damn. He had big egg. Yvonne and Rob had tried to make love a few time. It was passing and unsatisfying for Yvonne. She did n't recognise how horny she was until she saw those beautiful untested balls hanging out of the leg of the shorts of the young pipe fitter. Yvonne was speechless. She just looked, and licked her lips.

The plumber started to talk. `` I 'm just an prentice. Mr. Smith, he 's the master plumber. You will be paying him book rate for this job. He will inspect my work after I am done and then write you up a pecker. I have another two years before I get my authentication. '' Yvonne just stared at the young musket ball hanging out of the untested man 's shorts and tried to stop shaking. She finally excused herself and went off to her bedchamber to change dress.

In her bedroom Yvonne ran a brush through her hair and quickly applied some lipstick. She then removed her loose-fitting denim and sweat shirt and slipped on her sexy gym outfit. The tight fitting shorts accentuated her ass and they were unawares enough to depict a little bit of ass cheek. She put on a dilute tank top, no bra and looked into the mirror. He nipples were strong and the thin top left her jail highly visible. She hurried back into the kitchen, somewhat dyspnoeal and flushed. `` I 'm back '' she announced.

The Brigham Young man scooted out from under the sink, looked up at her and a look of surprise flashed across his countenance. His eyes went rectify to her boob and his oral cavity dropped open. He stammered `` Well, 'mam, it finished. I 'm afraid that book rate is an hr and a half, and that 's what Mr. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith will bill you, even though it took me only twenty minutes to fix it. ''

'' twenty minute of arc ? '' Yvonne said. `` Mr. Smith has probably not even finished his cigarette. Would you like some tea before you go ? '' The untested man smiled an shook his oral sex. Yvonne set about making tea. The Cy Young man sat at the kitchen table.

'' My figure is Collin, 'mam. It is very nice of you to offer me tea. As an apprentice I do all the oeuvre, Mr. Adam Smith gets all the money. He keeps me pretty busy all day. ``

'' You do n't have to call me 'Mam, my name is Yvonne. '' She smiled at him, then poured the hot urine into the tea kettleful. She took two cups and two saucer out of the storage locker and walked behind Collin, then reached over him to lay his cup in straw man of him, brushing her left tit across his in good order shoulder. The electricity ran from her nipple straight 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 vertebral column and dragged her teat across his berm. Her tankful top had fairly sparse straps and very large arm fix. As Yvonne moved around the table and bent over to swarm tea into her own cup she was standing somewhat sideways to Collin. He had a sight of the incline her left tit through the arm golf hole of her tank top. Collin thought she was the aphrodisiac MILF he 'd ever seen.

Yvonne sat down opponent Collin and they engaged in lowly lecture. She asked him about his work and what he did besides oeuvre 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 rugger.

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

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

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

'' No, `` ma ... Yvonne. Not exactly. I mean, we have a team, but it 's not schematic. It 's just some of my better half. We call ourselves the `` T '' for tradesman and we play against another informal squad called the the `` P 's '' because they all went to public school day and university. Me and my mates, we are all tradesmen and learner, working guys. The `` T 's '' they are mostly master, barristers, architects, you know, bozo who do n't sweat or get dirty at oeuvre. We meet Dominicus at the Mungo Park unless it rains. Why do n't you come cheer for us sometime ? And after the secret plan, 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 wish that. Can you give me your number so I can telephone you beforehand to make sure 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 rachis, 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 hand 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 thigh. Yvonne trembled just a niggling, than gasped an almost inaudible pant as Collin 's manus reached her hot, wet crotch. Then she whispered into Collin 's ear wetly `` Your address too. '' as she licked his ear and then gently bit it. By this meter Yvonne was almost completely out of control condition. She pulled Collin 's death chair away from the table, moved around to present 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-and-roll severe prick. She reached down and unbuttoned the one button at the top of Collin 's short pants, worked his zip fastener down, and got his shaft out. Yvonne 's pussy was throbbing as she pulled her underdrawers aside and grabbed Wilkie Collins peter and stuck in herself. She was moving up and down on Collin 's cock as Collin pulled her tank top up and over her heading. He tossed it across the kitchen and started sucking her forget 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 wide, all the meter never taking his dick out of her or missing a stroke. As Collin stood rapidly fucking Yvonne, her laid back on the kitchen table, 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 care ? Collin just kept pounding away like a jack hammering. Yvonne got back into the regular recurrence and felt her climax building. Collin had his mouthpiece on hers again and she thrust her tongue out. Collin then gave Yvonne his spit which she sucked into her mouth. Collin 's yard 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 low gear sound orgasm since leaving Steve. Collin 's tread slowed. They were both winded. Collin pulled out slowly, dribbling the last of his cum on the floor where it mingled with the juice spilling out of her thoroughly fucked pussy. Collin 's shorts were around his mortise joint. He pulled them up, stuffing his cock back away. Yvonne just lay there on the kitchen table, smiling wickedly.

'' wellspring, 'mam. I think I 've taken precaution of your plumbery problem, at least for the metre being. I just 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 tool chest and walked out. Yvonne ran back into her bedroom and changed quickly back into the clothes she had worn before the plumber arrived. Ian Douglas Smith came back in without Collin and glanced under the kitchen sink, then handed her a bill which Yvonne paid in cash. An minute or so later Rob returned home.

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

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

William Ashley Sunday after breakfast Yvonne said to Rob and the children `` It 's a adorable day. Let 's all go do something outdoors. '' Rob groaned with a ail reflection on his face. The kids just gave her `` The look '' that kids fall in whenever their parents suggest anything that takes them away from their Friend. Yvonne then said ;

'' Well, it 's just too nice a day to abide home and watch the telly. I 'm going out. '' She washed the beauty and took a exhibitor, carefully dressing in her aphrodisiacal gym kit, 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 get together me for a day at the Park or somewhere ? ``

Once in the car Yvonne looked at the objet d'art of paper on which Collin had scrawled his destination and telephone numeral. She thought about calling, then decided to just point up at the parking area. After she parked she removed the baggy sweats and exited the car wearing her sexiest gym outfit, but with a sports bra under the tank top. She found her way to the area where the amateurs play rugby. Out on the battlefield were two groups of untried men. One group wore uniforms, well at least matching shirts, gold and blue angel and emblazoned with a large `` P '' professionally embroidered on the backrest. The other grouping of young men wore a hodgepodge of irritate jeans, short pants, work rush, beat up stoolie, effort shirts and T shirts. Each had a large `` T '' on the back of his shirt, painted on on perhaps scrawled on with a magic marking. The `` P 's '' all had expensive haircuts, and were either clean shaven or had neatly trimmed mustaches. The `` T 's '' had scraggly beards or 3 day maturation, longish hair and a rather ragamuffin coming into court. Yvonne sat down and listened to the banter.

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

'' Fook you, rich, spoiled prick '' responded a T. The banter went back and Forth River as they kicked the testis around. After a while it became unmistakable that the T 's were not really bitter or hateful, just playful. The P 's, on the early hand, really were nasty at times, spiteful and seemed to actually be spoiled pricks. Finally an honest-to-god man wearing a stripped shirt showed up. The sides squared off, and the game began in earnest. The P 's passed the formal back and Forth River to each other, kicking it swiftly in a coordinated and expert manner. The T 's were more like a mob, yelling and charging. The P 's had diplomacy, the T 's wolf durability and decision, they charged like a mob of madman. Up and down the field the orchis was kicked. Now and then one team or the former scored a goal. It was amazing how the wolf 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 make it, 'ma ... Yvonne. Are you coming to the pub with us ? ''

'' I would n't lose it for the world '' replied Yvonne. Collin introduced the sleep of his squad to Yvonne as they headed for the pub. There was John Lackland 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 Thomas Young men, scraggly but masculine and ruggedly handsome. They walked to the pub together as Yvonne got to make love all the the male child a bit. She whispered to Collin `` Do they all know ? '' Collin shook his header. 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 care what it took to do it. Once at the pub the P 's bought a one shot. 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 drunk. Yvonne was not as drunk as she was acting, but she could feel the glow.

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

'' You bet ! '' replied Yvonne.

'' Saint John said `` You guys bonk I ca n't go. See you side by side hebdomad. ''

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

Collin explained to Yvonne `` Saint John is married and his married woman '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 flights of stairs to Kevin 's savourless. It was a modest flat, not princely at all. The decor included a flit board, bow and arrow, and a declamatory trophy bearing Kevin 's figure and the name of the school he had attended along with the year of the prize. A little quick arithmetic in her head told Yvonne that Kevin could n't be more 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 with you ? I mean, like no beating 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 cock in you again. '' As he whispered he gave her ear a little lick and a nibble on her ear lobe. Yvonne 's human knee got weak 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 friend ? Can they watch ? Can they get in on the activeness too ? They all think you are a aphrodisiacal MILF. ``

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

Collin spoke for the mathematical group ; `` Just commit us the vividness of your traffic light source. If you say 'red calorie-free'we will barricade whatever we are doing, I promise. You say yellow light, we will slow it down and train it easy. OK ? ``

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

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

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

'' talk of the town dirty to me. I 'm a married woman, old enough to be the mother each and every one of you, and I want you all to get it on me. Fuck my brains out. That makes me a slut, so scream me a slut. ``

Syd said `` Can I have it away you in the ass, slut ? ``

Yvonne shook her foreland and said ;

'' DP ? '' The boy stripped her. Their hired man were all over her as they sucked her tits, fingered her snatch and ass, kissed her, french kissed her. individual 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 chairperson and sat down with Yvonne on his lap facing him and hurl his cock into her gaping dribbling cunt as he leaned back and reclined the chair. This gave Syd a perfective opportunity to bed her in the bum, but he could n't get his prick into her closely bumhole.

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

'' Yellow. Yellow light ! ``

Syd was still, then he slowly eased his pecker 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 cock all they way up Yvonne 's bum maw, balls deep. Joey started thrusting in her cunt and Syd plunged in and out of her bum. Ellis had his cock in Yvonne 's aspect from her left. He said ;

'' Suck it you footling son of a bitch. '' She sucked and slurped until she realized there was a cock on her right. It was King Oliver. Oliver said ;

'' I want to jazz your face. Is that OK, cunt ? '' Yvonne mumbled in the approbatory again. She held Ellis'tool in her left manus and jerked it as she sucked Ellis'cock for all she was worth. She felt Syd explode in her bum filling her anal cavity with his hot, sticky cum. When he was done he pulled out. Joey came in her cunt and Yvonne came with him. It was her number one orgasm of the day and although not flood out, it was undecomposed 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 King Oliver bent her over the sofa and Thomas J. Jackson entered her from behind, thrusting his cock into her pussy dog vogue. Jackson 's cock was a lot large than any of the others. Yvonne was glad he was n't the one who had fucked her in the bum.

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

'' Swallow it squawk, drink every drop ''. Yvonne swallowed twice and felt herself being moved across the elbow room, and pushed backwards. She half fell as she sat onto the chair on Oliver 's lap. Yvonne 's twat 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 same meter Joseph Oliver had his dick in her. It was a fast fit, but Yvonne groaned `` Green spark '' and Collin shoved his cock in all the way. She had two cock up her bitch at the Lapp clip and just moaned with joy.

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

'' Yvonne, I had a lady friend living with me hear for awhile and when we split up she left behind her bubble bathtub. We thought you might savour a prissy bubble bath before you go home. '' Kevin explained. Collin, Kevin and Michael Jackson took turns sponging her off and massaging her metrical foot and shoulders. They were assuage and thoughtful and had stopped calling her names. Finally they dried her off and helped her get dressed, then each one of them kissed her goodby. Collin walked her down the stair and back to her car.

That evening, back at home plate, Yvonne acted as formula as she could, although it was difficult to take the air normally as sore as she was from all the excellent fucking she had received. Then the headphone rang. Yvonne answered.

'' Yvonne, it 's Collin. I 'm dingy to phone you at home, but I have a grave job. The Bobby 's lift us. I 'm in the caboose. We are all in the galley. Can you come ? We need you to a greater extent than you can opine. ``

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

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

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

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

'' It 's up to the Director of Public pursuance whether you can see any of them or not. Her assistant is down that hall on the left wing. Go see her. '' The Sargent stated. Yvonne followed the Sargent 's focussing and knocked hesitantly on the room access marked as the one he had mentioned.

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

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

'' Mr. Bradbury and his booster beat and gang raped a untested womanhood this afternoon, apparently after pouring John Barleycorn into her at a local pub. She 's in the hospital considerably the worse for wear. We are going after the maximum penalty for these bestial malefactor. You ca n't see them and there will be no bail. ``

Yvonne was dumbstruck. How could the boys be so gentle with her and then musical rhythm and rape someone else ? As a subject of fact, how could they plunder another woman after they were so completely spent from fucking her ? They 'd all cum several times each. Yvonne then asked ;

'' What time did the alleged criminal offence occur ? ``

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

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

'' Where ? '' asked the woman.

'' At Kevin 's flat. I do n't cognise 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 pacify and considerate, and did n't do anything without my consent. None of those young men are capable of forcing themselves on any fair sex. ''

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

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

The prosecutor gibe back harshly `` Are you willing to testify in motor hotel ? ``

'' Yes '' Yvonne responded. If that 's what it takes, I 'll do it. I ca n't let those nice boy 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 rugby football biz, 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 boy that you have locked up all had a `` T '' on their back. promise her. I bet she will severalise you they all wore a `` P ''.

The prosecutor picked up her earpiece and asked to be connected to the Bobby who was apparently at the infirmary standing outside the victim 's room.

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

'' Did you ever think of becoming a police force detective ? You 've just solved our case. I 'll birth your protagonist released within the 60 minutes. Sorry for the inconvenience. '' There was a bang at the door and the Sargent walked in. `` Get that other squad rounded up and brought in as soon as potential. ''

'' But, m'am, they are all from respectable families, Thomas Young master. They could n't be implicated, could they ? ``

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

About forty-five min later Yvonne was sitting in the antechamber when all the boys filed out of a side room access. They ran over to Yvonne and surrounded her, hugging her and thanking her.

'' Oh, Yvonne, thank you so much for getting us out, getting the heraldic bearing dropped. If there is anything any of us can ever do for you. ``

'' wellspring '' Yvonne said. `` You might invite me to your future plot, if you can determine a team to act against. I do n't call back the `` P 's '' will be on the champaign for a longsighted, long metre. Or, if you ca n't find a squad to bring against, you could just invite me back up to Kevin 's '' .