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

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

'' Do you mind 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 want to read the good story, `` Yvonne '' by Steve Briton to before reading the abide by fourth installment. episode 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go to Mexico ( Hidden Beach ) '' and `` Yvonne and Steve in Everglade State ( Haulover and Trapeze ) '' are as yet, unpublished.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 well-disposed, I 'll stake them.

The five months flew by. Yvonne kept her job at the government agency and saw her fry every Sat afternoon and every Wednesday even, 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 knifelike dig and comments over his gambling her away and into being sold as a sex slave in payment of his play debts. `` Yes, he fucks me every day. '' `` Yes, his cock is a bit bountiful than yours, but not so big as to hurt me. ''

Steve treated Yvonne like a queen. They played lawn tennis regularly and worked out together at the gym. Yvonne lost every extra ounce she had ever gained and soon had the organic structure of a charwoman one-half her age. Steve gave her money to bear her hair and nails done. Steve bought slews of nice dress for Yvonne. Tight sexy gym outfits, master attire to wear to work, a repellant 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 month neared its end Yvonne wrestled with what to do. With Rob and the kids 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 let her as his sex slave for one day and then set her free with no obligation ? That she had stayed with Steve because it was what she wanted to do. Yvonne worried about her children and her feelings of guilt trip 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 pretender servitude was due to end Yvonne told Steve `` We have to talk. Steve. I have to severalise you something, to try to explicate what I have to do. Oh, Steve, you know I love you. You have treated me better than anyone ever has in my entire life story. Maybe I 'm stupid, maybe that 's because you have fucked my brains out so wonderfully well '' she said with a half laughter. `` Oh, Steve ! If it was n't for the nestling ... dammit. I feel shamefaced for abandoning my man and wife, guilty if I abandon you, guilty if I do n't go back to my old sprightliness as a wife and female parent. I 'm low. ''

Steve listened for a retentive prison term 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 sufficiency 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 last. I ca n't endure waiting to feel out if it will work out for you and your hubby or not, waiting to find out out if you will fare back to me. If you leave, it 's over. ''

Yvonne cried and cried. Steve held her gently in his weapon system, 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 empty that he had since Nancy had died more than a class and a half before. Yvonne cried all the way home. She parked a block away from her home and dried her optic and tried to profit her composure. Finally she slowly drove the net mental block, parked, and walked into her theater. Rob was at the kitchen table.

'' Hello '' Yvonne said.

Rob replied `` Hi, Yvonne. How are you '' They engaged in small talk for a while, but it was as if they were barely conversancy. There was no emotional connection. The Kid were out with protagonist. After a while they turned on the telly and watched some old rerun in silence. The kids came menage and spent a few moment with Yvonne before going to their rooms to speak with champion and surf the net. Yvonne went through the motions feeling hollow and lonely even when Rob and the tike were in the room. Day after day, week after workweek Yvonne moved through each day much as the day she returned rest home. Then one Friday evening the kitchen sink clogged up.

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

'' Yvonne, you know I 'm not dependable at plate repair, especially plumbing. Just call up a plumber '' replied Rob. Yvonne called six plumbers before she found one who could derive the next day. When the morrow rolled around Rob was out at his gambler 's anonymous meeting and the kid were out with friends. The doorbell rang and Yvonne answered to find a fat, unshaven man in oily boilersuit with a handsome young man wearing underdrawers at his side.

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

'' Yes '' Yvonne replied. `` It 's the kitchen sink, in here. '' She led them though the house to the kitchen. The younger 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 locoweed. '' said the older man as he walked back to the front door. The younger man put his prick box down and got down on the base. He was not a lot older than Yvonne 's son, and cute as could be. He had a boyish grin and a dimple in his nerve. He laid on his backrest and wriggled back under the cesspit.

'' Do you give 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 bucket, you do n't need to go to the motortruck. '' Yvonne fetched a bucket and passed it to the young man. His short pants were curtly and as he wriggled around they rode up and his balls spilled out. He appeared not to note, so Yvonne said nothing. shit. He had big balls. Yvonne and Rob had tried to make love a few times. It was pro forma and unsatisfying for Yvonne. She did n't realize how horny she was until she saw those beautiful young musket ball hanging out of the leg of the drawers of the new 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 master pipe fitter. 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 certification. '' Yvonne just stared at the young orchis hanging out of the offspring man 's shorts and tried to end shaking. She finally excused herself and went off to her bedchamber to change clothes.

In her bedroom Yvonne ran a brushing through her whisker and quickly applied some lipstick. She then removed her loose-fitting blue jean and sweat shirt and slipped on her sexy gym outfit. The tight fitting shorts accentuated her ass and they were short enough to demo a little bit of ass cheek. She put on a thin tank top, no bra and looked into the mirror. He nipples were hard and the thin top left her pokies highly visible. She hurried back into the kitchen, somewhat dyspneic 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 phiz. His oculus went ripe to her breast and his backtalk dropped open. He stammered `` Well, 'mam, it finished. I 'm afraid that Koran rate is an hour and a one-half, and that 's what Mr. Smith will bill you, even though it took me only twenty minutes to fix it. ''

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

'' My name is Collin, 'mam. It is very prissy of you to put up me tea. As an prentice I do all the work, Mr. Ian Douglas Smith gets all the money. He keeps me somewhat busybodied all day. ``

'' You do n't have to call me 'Mam, my public figure is Yvonne. '' She smiled at him, then poured the hot water into the tea kettle. She took two loving cup and two disc out of the cabinet and walked behind Collin, then reached over him to target his cup in front of him, brushing her left over tit across his right berm. The electricity ran from her nipple straight person to her clit. She could scarcely trust what she was doing. She brought the tea boiler over to the table and again, as she passed behind Collin she leaned against his rear and dragged her tits across his shoulder. Her tankful top had fairly thin out shoulder strap and very gravid arm hole. 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 view of the side her left tit through the arm gob of her armored combat vehicle top. Collin thought she was the sexiest MILF he 'd ever seen.

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

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

'' No, 'mam, I mean Yvonne. I like to PLAY 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 mates. We call ourselves the `` T '' for Tradesmen and we play against another informal team called the the `` P 's '' because they all went to public schooltime and university. Me and my match, we are all tradesmen and prentice, working guy rope. The `` T 's '' they are mostly professionals, barristers, designer, you know, guys who do n't sweat or get dirty at employment. We meet Sundays at the commons 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 like that. Can you give me your number so I can cry you beforehand to make certainly I have the prison term and place right ? '' She got up and got a pencil and paper and and once more, leaned over his shoulder from behind pressing her mamilla into his back, 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 exterior of Yvonne 's leg, then back up, slowly and gradually moving his had from the exterior of her leg to the inside of her thigh. Yvonne trembled just a little, 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 meter Yvonne was almost completely out of control. She pulled Collin 's chair away from the table, moved around to face him, then straddled him and sat on his lap facing him. She kissed him, open mouthed, and started grinding her cunt against his rock-and-roll tough peter. She reached down and unbuttoned the one button at the top of Collin 's shorts, worked his zipper down, and got his cock out. Yvonne 's pussy was throbbing as she pulled her short aside and grabbed Wilkie Collins cock and stuck in herself. She was moving up and down on Collin 's cock as Collin pulled her tank top up and over her head. He tossed it across the kitchen and started sucking her left tit. They were both in a frenzy.

Collin stood up with Yvonne impaled on his cock, then sat her down on the kitchen table, laid her back, and spread her branch wide, all the meter never taking his peter out of her or missing a apoplexy. As Collin stood rapidly fucking Yvonne, her laid back on the kitchen table, legs spread, she screamed `` Oh, Steve, fuck me ! '' Horrified Yvonne actualise what she 'd said. She had called Collin Steve. Had he heard ? Did he handle ? Collin just kept pounding away like a jack malleus. Yvonne got back into the rhythm and felt her climax building. Collin had his back talk on hers again and she thrust her tongue out. Collin then gave Yvonne his tongue which she sucked into her mouth. Collin 's tempo 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 of all good orgasm since leaving Steve. Collin 's rate slowed. They were both winded. Collin pulled out slowly, dribbling the go of his cum on the flooring where it mingled with the juices spilling out of her thoroughly fucked pussy. Collin 's shorts were around his ankles. He pulled them up, stuffing his pecker back away. Yvonne just lay there on the kitchen board, smiling wickedly.

'' fountainhead, 'mam. I think I 've taken care of your plumbing problem, at least for the time being. I better go get Mr. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith so he can sign off on it. '' Collin said. `` You have my number, so you can bid 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 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 Cash. An hour or so later Rob returned home.

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

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

Lord's Day after breakfast Yvonne said to Rob and the small fry `` It 's a adorable day. Let 's all go do something outdoors. '' Rob groaned with a offended verbalism on his face. The kids just gave her `` The looking '' 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 bide home and find out the telly. I 'm going out. '' She washed the knockout and took a cascade, carefully dressing in her sexiest gym outfit, then putting on her sloppy sweat suit over top of her gym lawsuit. As she left the theatre she said meretricious enough for all to hear her

'' I 'm off, indisputable you do n't want to unite me for a day at the park or somewhere ? ``

Once in the car Yvonne looked at the piece of paper on which Collin had scrawled his address and telephone numbers. She thought about calling, then decided to just picture up at the ballpark. After she parked she removed the baggy sweat suit and exited the car wearing her sexiest gym outfit, but with a mutant 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 to the lowest degree matching shirts, Au and blue and emblazoned with a magnanimous `` P '' professionally embroidered on the back. The other group of Cy Young men wore a gallimaufry of ragged blue jean, shorts, body of work boots, beat up stool pigeon, sweat shirts and T shirts. Each had a large `` T '' on the rear of his shirt, painted on on perhaps scrawled on with a wizardly mark. 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 tomentum and a rather ragamuffin appearance. Yvonne sat down and listened to the banter.

'' Hey, SOB, 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 as they kicked the glob around. After a while it became apparent that the T 's were not really bitter or hateful, just playful. The P 's, on the other hired hand, really were nasty at times, spiteful and seemed to actually be spoiled pricks. Finally an sr. man wearing a deprive shirt showed up. The sides squared off, and the game began in earnest. The P 's passed the Lucille Ball back and Forth to each other, kicking it swiftly in a coordinated and practiced manner. The T 's were more like a mob, yelling and charging. The P 's had diplomacy, the T 's brute durability and determination, they charged like a mob of lunatic. Up and down the field the egg was kicked. Now and then one squad or the other scored a destination. It was amazing how the beast strength of the T 's and the skill and technique of the P 's balanced out. They were nearly match. 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 drop it for the Earth '' replied Yvonne. Collin introduced the rest of his squad to Yvonne as they headed for the pub. There was toilet the electrician, William who ran a back hoe, Syd, the welder, Oliver, Ellis, Joey and Mahalia Jackson. She missed exactly what some of them did. They were all good looking young men, scraggly but masculine and ruggedly handsome. They walked to the pub together as Yvonne got to be intimate all the the male child a bit. She whispered to Collin `` Do they all know ? '' Collin shook his head. Yvonne thought she should be embarrassed, but she was n't. She just wanted to get Collin 's peter back inside her, and really did n't care what it took to do it. Once at the pub the P 's bought a round of golf. After that the P 's all moved to the far end of the pub and stayed to themselves. They were sullen and resentful. The T 's were jolly, unruly and having fun. Thomas More drink were bought and everyone got a bit drunk. Yvonne was not as drunk as she was acting, but she could palpate the gleam.

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

'' You bet ! '' replied Yvonne.

'' John said `` You guys know I ca n't go. See you adjacent week. ''

Some of the former Guy laughed at him and called him `` PW 'd. ''

Collin explained to Yvonne `` John is married and his wife 's expectin'a baby. He 's tryin'to be a right hubby. ``

A few blocks later they entered an older edifice and walked up four flights of step to Kevin 's savorless. It was a small apartment, not luxurious at all. The interior decoration included a dart board, bow and pointer, and a large trophy bearing Kevin 's name and the figure of the school he had attended along with the year of the honor. A footling immediate arithmetic in her straits told Yvonne that Kevin could n't be more than two or three years sr. 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 beating around the bush, can I just say what I want without you getting made at me ? ''

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

Collin put his oral cavity 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 little lick and a nibble on her earlobe. Yvonne 's knees got infirm 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 Friend ? Can they watch ? Can they get in on the action too ? They all think you are a sexy MILF. ``

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

Collin spoke for the group ; `` Just open us the color of your dealings spark. If you say 'red lighter'we will stop whatever we are doing, I promise. You say yellowish lighting, we will slow it down and take it easy. OK ? ``

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

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

Collin said `` Syd, you ca n't let the cat out of the bag to the lady like that. She has n't given permission for us to tattle 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 lie with me. fucking my Einstein out. That makes me a slut, so forebode me a slut. ``

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

Yvonne shook her head and said ;

'' DP ? '' The male child stripped her. Their men were all over her as they sucked her tits, fingered her pussy and ass, kissed her, french kissed her. soul thrust a cock in Yvonne 's face. She grabbed it and started sucking for all she was deserving. Joey picked her up and carried her to an arm professorship and sat down with Yvonne on his lap facing him and thrust his cock into her gaping dribbling slit as he leaned back and reclined the death chair. This gave Syd a double-dyed opportunity to do it her in the bum, but he could n't get his cock into her tight bumhole.

'' Got any grease ? '' Syd asked. Kevin walked to the electric refrigerator and grabbed a one-half stick of butter. Syd stuck the butter into Yvonne 's ass and got about half of it to say up her anal canal. The 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 brightness ! ``

Syd was still, then he slowly eased his shaft out an inch, then back in the same depth as before. Out again slowly, then in just a picayune 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 muddle, balls deep. Joey started thrusting in her cunt 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 fiddling son of a bitch. '' She sucked and slurped until she realized there was a cock on her rightfield. It was Joseph Oliver. Oliver said ;

'' I want to do it your grimace. Is that OK, bitch ? '' Yvonne mumbled in the affirmative again. She held Ellis'cock in her left hand and jerked it as she sucked Ellis'cock for all she was worth. She felt Syd explode in her bum filling her anal retentive cavum 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 first sexual climax of the day and although not flood out, it was good 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 couch and Michael Jackson entered her from posterior, thrusting his cock into her pussy dog style. Michael Joe Jackson 's rooster was a lot fully grown 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 orgasm building. She came long and hard this prison term. As she was coming down Stonewall Jackson pulled out, birl her around and thrust his cock into her mouth and immediately let let loose with a vast squirt of cum, then another while yelling ;

'' Swallow it bitch, Swallow every driblet ''. Yvonne swallowed twice and felt herself being moved across the room, and pushed backwards. She one-half fell as she sat onto the chair on Oliver 's lap. Yvonne 's bitch was gaping and dribbling and Joseph Oliver shoved his cock inside her twat 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 twat at the Saami fourth dimension Oliver had his tool in her. It was a besotted fit, but Yvonne groaned `` honey oil brightness '' and Collin shoved his putz in all the way. She had two peter up her cunt at the same time and just moaned with joy.

Yvonne lost racecourse of time, lost caterpillar tread of how many meter she was fucked, how many slews of cum had exploded in her bum, mouth and cunt. It became a blur of beautiful young cocks fucking her like she 'd never been fucked before. Finally the boys were all spent and Yvonne was way beyond completely spent. She heard water running and felt herself lifted up. She half opened her eyes to see that she was being carried into the privy. piss was running in the tub and a big mount of suds and bubble was foaming up. She smelled lilacs as she was gently lowered into the tub of warm urine, surrounded by sweet smelling bath bubble.

'' Yvonne, I had a girlfriend living with me hear for awhile and when we split up she left behind her gurgle bath. We thought you might relish a nice burble bath before you go home. '' Kevin explained. Collin, Kevin and Jesse Jackson took turns sponging her off and massaging her feet and shoulders. They were gentle and attentive and had stopped calling her names. Finally they dried her off and helped her get dressed, then each one of them kissed her so long. Collin walked her down the stairs and back to her car.

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

'' Yvonne, it 's Collin. I 'm lamentable to call up you at home, but I have a good trouble. The Bobby 's in straitened circumstances us. I 'm in the caboose. We are all in the galley. Can you come up ? We need you to a greater extent than you can imagine. ``

'' I 'll be right there Sarah '' Yvonne said. Then she explained to Rob that her friend Sarah had an emergency and needed a admirer, and ran out the door 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 John Singer Sargent on tariff 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 early sonny boy on his rugger team. How many of them do you accept here. ''

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

'' Come in '' Yvonne heard, and entered. Behind an old metal desk sat a spartan looking woman with suddenly pilus styled in a mannish manner. She wore plain, unflattering clothing and no make-up.

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

'' Mr. Bradbury and his protagonist beat and work party raped a young woman this afternoon, apparently after pouring liquor into her at a local pub. She 's in the hospital considerably the worse for wear. We are going after the utmost penalty for these brutal felon. You ca n't see them and there will be no bail bond. ``

Yvonne was dumbstruck. How could the son be so gentle with her and then round and rape somebody else ? As a subject of fact, how could they ravish another cleaning 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 crime occur ? ``

'' Between 2 p.m and 5 p.m. today '' the cleaning lady said.

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

'' Where ? '' asked the woman.

'' At Kevin 's flat. I do n't get it on Kevin 's cobbler's last name, but we were there, all of us, from about two until almost five. ``

'' And what were you doing ? '' asked the woman.

Yvonne hesitated, then stammered `` We were fucking. And it was n't rape. They all fucked me, and they did n't hurt me. They were gentle and considerate, and did n't do anything without my consent. None of those Cy Young men are equal to of forcing themselves on any woman. ''

The prosecutor 's mouth dropped open. She looked at Yvonne disdainfully, then almost could n't hold a snigger that tried to get out. `` Are you sure enough you are not making this up ? Are you will to show in homage ? ``

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

The prosecutor stab back harshly `` Are you willing to attest in court ? ``

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

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

'' Different team '' Yvonne said. `` Ask her about the varsity letter on their backs. My boys that you have locked up all had a `` T '' on their back. Call her. I bet she will tell you they all wore a `` P ''.

The prosecuting attorney 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 cleaning woman witting and able to talk with you ? '' Yvonne heard. `` Ask her if the perpetrators had a letter on their cover. '' There was a break of three or four minutes then `` Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh ''. The prosecutor hung up her phone, looked at Yvonne and said ;

'' Did you ever think of becoming a police tec ? You 've just solved our type. I 'll have your friends released within the minute. Sorry for the inconvenience. '' There was a rap at the threshold 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 families, unseasoned master. They could n't be implicated, could they ? ``

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

About forty-five moment later Yvonne was sitting in the pressure group when all the boy filed out of a face door. They ran over to Yvonne and surrounded her, hugging her and thanking her.

'' Oh, Yvonne, thank you so a good deal 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 side by side game, if you can find a team to play against. I do n't think the `` P 's '' will be on the field for a long, tenacious time. Or, if you ca n't detect a team to play against, you could just invite me back up to Kevin 's '' .