We left off the first of all story of Steve and Yvonne after Yvonne talked with the children and told her husband, Rob, that she was going to be serving as a sex slave for a wax five months. Yvonne and Steve went back into the kitchen for a cup of tea and Steve said `` Five calendar month ? Are you really quick to live here with me for five month ? ''

Yvonne replied `` If you 'll sustain me that long. '' Steve smiled and said `` Back to bed with you before you change your mind. '' Her reply was flippant, `` What 's wrong with the kitchen mesa ? '' She stood up then sat on the table and leaned back on her elbows allowing Steve 's shirt to fall receptive exposing her titty. Steve stood and grabbed the shank of her pantie and pulled them off. Just as he was about to douse his dick into her wet, waiting pussy he said

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

'' Ask me anything. '' Steve then said

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

You may want to record the wax floor, `` Yvonne '' by Steve Briton to before reading the stick with one-fourth 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and Steve go to Mexico ( Hidden Beach ) '' and `` Yvonne and Steve in Florida ( Haulover and Trapeze ) '' are as yet, unpublished.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 reexamination of the following are favorable, I 'll post them.

The five months flew by. Yvonne kept her job at the office and saw her children every Sat good afternoon and every Wednesday evening, except when she and Steve were traveling. She rarely saw Rob and spoke with him as seldom as possible. When she did speak with Rob she tormented him with sharp barbs 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 bigger than yours, but not so big as to hurt me. ''

Steve treated Yvonne like a fairy. They played lawn tennis regularly and worked out together at the gym. Yvonne lost every additional ounce she had ever gained and soon had the soundbox of a women half her age. Steve gave her money to have her pilus and nails done. Steve bought lots of nice clothes for Yvonne. Tight sexy gym outfits, professional person attire to wear out to work, a repellant weasel for the beach and a nearly transparent monokini for their beach holidays. They made love often, and Yvonne nearly always had at least three ( or more ) orgasms. As the five calendar month neared its end Yvonne wrestled with what to do. With Rob and the Thomas Kyd thinking she was sold into being a sex slave for five months, she did n't bed how to `` truthalize '' her tale. 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 hand to have her as his sex hard worker 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 youngster and her look of guilt feelings grew by the day, by the hr. Rob begged her to forgive him, begged her to try to put their marriage back together.

Finally, the day her juke servitude was due to end Yvonne told Steve `` We have to tattle. Steve. I have to tell you something, to try to explain what I have to do. Oh, Steve, you know I love you. You have treated me skillful than anyone ever has in my entire life. Maybe I 'm stupid, maybe that 's because you have fucked my mind out so wonderfully well '' she said with a half joke. `` Oh, Steve ! If it was n't for the baby ... dammit. I feel guilty for abandoning my married couple, shamefaced if I abandon you, hangdog if I do n't go back to my old biography as a wife and female parent. I 'm miserable. ''

Steve listened for a long time as Yvonne went on and on. Finally he said `` Yvonne, do whatever you think is best, whatever you need to do. '' Yvonne finally told him that she had to go back to her old life, that she had no choice, that she was obligated. Steve reassured her `` Yvonne, I love you. I love you sufficiency to delay with you forever and I love you enough to let you go. But you have to understand that I ca n't experience like a yo yo. If you leave me, if you go back to Rob, it 's final. I ca n't endure waiting to find out if it will act out for you and your husband or not, waiting to get hold out if you will come back to me. If you leave, it 's over. ''

Yvonne cried and cried. Steve held her gently in his munition, then he kissed her on the forehead and Yvonne walked out to her car, never turning back as Steve watched her go. Steve felt more empty that he had since Nancy had died more than a class and a half before. Yvonne cried all the way household. She parked a engine block away from her home and dried her eyes and tried to pull in her equanimity. Finally she slowly drove the lastly block, parked, and walked into her house. Rob was at the kitchen tabular array.

'' Hello '' Yvonne said.

Rob replied `` Hi, Yvonne. How are you '' They engaged in small talking for a patch, but it was as if they were barely acquaintances. There was no excited connexion. The kids were out with friends. After a patch they turned on the telly and watched some old rerun in silence. The kids came home and spent a few arcminute with Yvonne before going to their rooms to mouth with friends and surf the net. Yvonne went through the apparent movement feeling vacate and lonely even when Rob and the kids were in the elbow room. Day after day, week after hebdomad Yvonne moved through each day much as the day she returned place. Then one Friday evening the kitchen sink clogged up.

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

'' Yvonne, you know I 'm not goodness at home haunt, especially plumbing. Just call 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 anon. meeting and the child were out with protagonist. The doorbell rang and Yvonne answered to feel a fat, unshaven man in greasy overalls with a handsome young man wearing shorts at his side.

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

'' Yes '' Yvonne replied. `` It 's the kitchen sinkhole, 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 cesspool and grunted.

'' Have at it boy. I 'll be in the truck having a dope. '' said the older man as he walked back to the look door. The younger man put his tool box down and got down on the trading floor. He was not much 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 back and wriggled back under the sink.

'' Do you have a bucket 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 truck. '' Yvonne fetched a bucket and passed it to the young man. His shorts were short and as he wriggled around they rode up and his formal spilled out. He appeared not to notice, so Yvonne said nothing. darn. He had big balls. Yvonne and Rob had tried to make eff a few times. It was casual and unsatisfying for Yvonne. She did n't realize how horny she was until she saw those beautiful Loretta Young balls hanging out of the leg of the short circuit of the Brigham Young plumber. 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 pace for this job. He will inspect my work after I am done and then spell you up a bill. I have another two twelvemonth before I get my certification. '' Yvonne just stared at the Whitney Moore Young Jr. balls hanging out of the young man 's shorts and tried to barricade trembling. She finally excused herself and went off to her bedchamber to change wearing apparel.

In her bedroom Yvonne ran a brush through her hair and quickly applied some lipstick. She then removed her baggy denim and sweat shirt and slipped on her sexy gym getup. The tight appointment shorts accentuated her ass and they were light enough to show a little bit of ass nerve. She put on a thin cooler top, no bra and looked into the mirror. He nipples were intemperate and the slim down top left her pokies highly visible. She hurried back into the kitchen, somewhat dyspnoeic and flushed. `` I 'm back '' she announced.

The young man scooted out from under the cesspool, looked up at her and a feeling of surprisal flashed across his physiognomy. His centre went right to her tits and his rima oris dropped open. He stammered `` fountainhead, 'mam, it finished. I 'm afraid that book rate is an hour and a half, and that 's what Mr. Smith will bill you, even though it took me only twenty instant to fix it. ''

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

'' My gens is Collin, 'mam. It is very nice of you to bid me tea. As an prentice I do all the study, Mr. Smith gets all the money. He keeps me pretty busy all day. ``

'' You do n't have to visit 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 lay his cup in front of him, brushing her pull up stakes tit across his right shoulder. The electricity ran from her nipple straightaway to her clit. 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 back and dragged her nipple across his shoulder joint. Her tank top had fairly thin straps and very prominent arm holes. As Yvonne moved around the table and bent grass over to rain buckets tea into her own cup she was standing somewhat sideways to Collin. He had a view of the English her unexpended tit through the arm jam of her army tank top. Collin thought she was the aphrodisiacal MILF he 'd ever seen.

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

'' You like to look on rugby ? '' 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 squad, but it 's not schematic. It 's just some of my teammate. We call ourselves the `` T '' for Tradesmen and we play against another informal team called the the `` P 's '' because they all went to populace schooling and university. Me and my better half, we are all market keeper and apprentice, working bozo. The `` T 's '' they are mostly pro, barristers, designer, you know, cat who do n't sweat or get dirty at piece of work. We meet Sundays at the car park unless it rains. Why do n't you come sunniness for us sometime ? And after the game, we all go to the pub where the losing team buys a round for the winning squad. Would you like that ? ''

Yvonne said `` Yes. I think I would like that. Can you hold me your number so I can ring you beforehand to make surely I have the time and place right ? '' She got up and got a pencil and paper and and once more than, leaned over his articulatio humeri from behind pressing her nipple into his spinal column, she placed the paper in front of him on the tabular array as she spoke softly into his ear. `` Hear you go, just publish it there for me. OK. ? ``

Collin reached back behind him and ran his paw down the outside of Yvonne 's leg, then back up, slowly and gradually moving his had from the outside of her leg to the inside of her thigh. Yvonne trembled just a niggling, than gasped an almost inaudible gasp as Collin 's script 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 fourth dimension Yvonne was almost completely out of control. She pulled Collin 's electric 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 kitty-cat against his rock candy hard cock. She reached down and unbuttoned the one button at the top of Collin 's shorts, worked his zip fastener down, and got his rooster out. Yvonne 's kitty was throbbing as she pulled her shorts aside and grabbed collins cock and stuck in herself. She was moving up and down on Collin 's dick as Collin pulled her army tank top up and over her head. He tossed it across the kitchen and started sucking her bequeath tit. They were both in a delirium.

Collin stood up with Yvonne impaled on his hammer, then sat her down on the kitchen table, laid her back, and spread her legs wide, all the time never taking his cock out of her or missing a stroke. As Collin stood rapidly fucking Yvonne, her laid back on the kitchen mesa, legs bedspread, 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 shit hammer. Yvonne got back into the rhythm and felt her sexual 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 pace quickened. Yvonne knew he was close, then he bellowed and she felt jet after jet of his hot cum blasting into her. She moaned and whimpered as she came down from her world-class serious sexual climax since leaving Steve. Collin 's pace slowed. They were both winded. Collin pulled out slowly, dribbling the last of his cum on the floor where it mingled with the succus spilling out of her thoroughly fucked cunt. Collin 's trunks were around his ankles. He pulled them up, stuffing his shaft back away. Yvonne just lay there on the kitchen table, 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. Smith so he can sign off on it. '' Collin said. `` You have my number, so you can ring 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 plumber arrived. smith came back in without Collin and glanced under the kitchen sink, then handed her a pecker 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 care of everything. ''

Billy Sunday after breakfast Yvonne said to Rob and the children `` It 's a lovely day. Let 's all go do something open air. '' Rob groaned with a pained expression on his face. The minor just gave her `` The facial expression '' that kids give whenever their parents suggest anything that takes them away from their friends. Yvonne then said ;

'' Well, it 's just too overnice a day to stay nursing home and watch over the telly. I 'm going out. '' She washed the saucer and took a rain shower, carefully dressing in her aphrodisiac gym rig, then putting on her loose-fitting sweat suit over top of her gym case. As she left the household she said meretricious enough for all to hear her

'' I 'm off, surely 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 slice of newspaper on which Collin had scrawled his address and telephone set numbers. She thought about calling, then decided to just show up at the park. After she parked she removed the baggy exertion and exited the car wearing her sexiest gym outfit, but with a summercater 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 Whitney Moore Young Jr. men. One mathematical group wore uniforms, well at to the lowest degree matching shirts, gold and blue devil and emblazoned with a large `` P '' professionally embroidered on the cover. The other group of young men wore a hodgepodge of irritate jeans, shortstop, work boots, beat up stool pigeon, sweat shirts and T shirts. Each had a large `` T '' on the back of his shirt, painted on on perhaps scrawled on with a deception marker. The `` P 's '' all had expensive haircuts, and were either uncontaminating shaven or had neatly trimmed mustaches. The `` T 's '' had scraggly beards or 3 day increase, longish whisker and a rather tatterdemalion appearance. Yvonne sat down and listened to the banter.

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

'' Fook you, rich, spoiled prick '' responded a T. The give-and-take went back and forth as they kicked the chunk around. After a while it became evident that the T 's were not really bitter or hateful, just playful. The P 's, on the other hand, really were filthy at multiplication, spiteful and seemed to actually be spoiled pricks. Finally an onetime man wearing a stripped shirt showed up. The sides squared off, and the game began in earnest. The P 's passed the ball back and forth to each other, kicking it swiftly in a coordinated and exercise manner. The T 's were more like a mob, yelling and charging. The P 's had delicacy, the T 's brute specialty and conclusion, they charged like a mob of maniac. Up and down the landing field the ball was kicked. Now and then one team or the other scored a goal. It was amazing how the brute 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 glad you could make it, 'ma ... Yvonne. Are you coming to the pub with us ? ''

'' I would n't miss it for the domain '' replied Yvonne. Collin introduced the rest of his team to Yvonne as they headed for the pub. There was John the linesman, William who ran a back hoe, Syd, the welder, Joseph Oliver, Ellis, Joey and Jackson. She missed exactly what some of them did. They were all sound looking Pres Young men, scraggly but masculine and ruggedly liberal. They walked to the pub together as Yvonne got to know all the the boys a bit. She whispered to Collin `` Do they all know ? '' Collin shook his chief. Yvonne thought she should be embarrassed, but she was n't. She just wanted to get Collin 's putz back inside her, and really did n't worry what it took to do it. Once at the pub the P 's bought a daily 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, boisterous and having fun. More swallow were bought and everyone got a bit drunk. Yvonne was not as inebriate as she was acting, but she could experience the glow.

One of the guy said `` OK boys. Let 's all go up to Kevin 's. He has a feeding bottle of Scotch malt whisky 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 side by side week. ''

Some of the other guys laughed at him and called him `` PW 'd. ''

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

A few blocks later they entered an older building and walked up four trajectory of stairs to Kevin 's flat. It was a lowly apartment, not luxurious at all. The decor included a dart board, bow and arrows, and a gravid trophy bearing Kevin 's figure and the name of the school he had attended along with the yr of the award. A small fast arithmetic in her principal told Yvonne that Kevin could n't be more than two or three twelvemonth erstwhile 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 bush, can I just say what I want without you getting made at me ? ''

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

Collin put his mouth right up to Yvonne 's ear and whispered `` I 'd really like to get my dick in you again. '' As he whispered he gave her ear a fiddling lick and a nibble on her earlobe. Yvonne 's knee joint got weak and she grabbed onto Collin to stabilise 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 keep an eye on ? Can they get in on the activeness too ? They all think you are a sexy MILF. ``

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

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

Yvonne, looking around the way from typeface to expression said rather loudly `` jet brightness ! '' The young men gatherer around her and began undressing her, feeling her up. Syd said

'' I 'm going to have it off this fornicatress 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 babble dirty to her. Yvonne ? ''

'' Talk dirty to me. I 'm a married charwoman, old enough to be the mother each and every one of you, and I want you all to fuck me. Fuck my wit out. That makes me a hussy, so promise me a loose woman. ``

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

Yvonne shook her head and said ;

'' DP ? '' The boy stripped her. Their manpower were all over her as they sucked her tit, fingered her pussy and ass, kissed her, Daniel Chester French kissed her. Someone thrust a peter 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 death chair and sat down with Yvonne on his lap facing him and lunge his turncock into her gaping dribbling cunt as he leaned back and reclined the chair. This gave Syd a staring chance to know her in the bum, but he could n't get his cock into her blind drunk bumhole.

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

'' yellowness. lily-livered visible radiation ! ``

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

'' OK ? '' He asked. Yvonne grunted in the affirmatory. Gradually Syd worked his way in until he had his hammer all they way up Yvonne 's bum maw, balls thick. Joey started thrusting in her snatch and Syd plunged in and out of her bum. Ellis had his cock in Yvonne 's font from her left. He said ;

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

'' I want to have it off your face. Is that OK, bitch ? '' Yvonne mumbled in the plausive again. She held Ellis'rooster in her left hand and jerked it as she sucked Ellis'tool 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 1st orgasm of the day and although not overwhelming, it was good enough and she looked forward to several more powerful orgasms as the youthful 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 Jackson entered her from behind, thrusting his cock into her purulent dog manner. Jackson 's peter was a lot adult than any of the others. Yvonne was gladiola he was n't the one who had fucked her in the bum.

Jesse Louis Jackson 's big peter was just howling. Soon Yvonne felt another coming building. She came long and hard this prison term. As she was coming down Jesse Louis Jackson pulled out, gyrate her around and thrust his cock into her oral fissure and immediately let informal with a huge small fry of cum, then another while yelling ;

'' Swallow it kick, sup every bead ''. Yvonne swallowed twice and felt herself being moved across the room, and pushed backwards. She half fell as she sat onto the chairperson on Oliver 's lap. Yvonne 's bitch 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 turncock in Yvonne 's pussy at the Sami time Oliver had his tool in her. It was a tight fit, but Yvonne groaned `` Green lighter '' and Collin shoved his cock in all the way. She had two rooster up her cunt at the same time and just moaned with joy.

Yvonne lost track of time, lost trail of how many prison term she was fucked, how many lading of cum had exploded in her bum, mouth and snatch. It became a blur of beautiful Danton True Young turncock fucking her like she 'd never been fucked before. Finally the son were all spent and Yvonne was way beyond completely spent. She heard H2O running and felt herself lifted up. She one-half opened her center to see that she was being carried into the toilet. water system was running in the tub and a big saddle horse of lather and bubble was foaming up. She smelled lilacs as she was gently lowered into the tub of lovesome water, surrounded by afters smelling bath house of cards.

'' Yvonne, I had a girl living with me hear for awhile and when we split up she left behind her eruct Bath. We thought you might enjoy a prissy burble bath before you go menage. '' Kevin explained. Collin, Kevin and Jackson took turns sponging her off and massaging her metrical foot and shoulder joint. They were docile and thoughtful and had stopped calling her epithet. Finally they dried her off and helped her get dressed, then each one of them kissed her goodbye. Collin walked her down the stair and back to her car.

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

'' Yvonne, it 's Collin. I 'm sorry to hollo you at base, but I have a serious trouble. The Bobby 's pinched us. I 'm in the cookhouse. We are all in the cookhouse. Can you come ? We need you more than than you can guess. ``

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

'' I 'm here to bail out Collin Ray Bradbury. '' she said. The Sargent on responsibility 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 Quaker of his, and the other lads on his rugby team. How many of them do you feature here. ''

'' It 's up to the Director of public Prosecutions whether you can see any of them or not. Her assistant is down that Asaph Hall on the left. 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 wicked looking fair sex with short hair styled in a mannish mode. She wore plain, unflattering article of clothing and no make-up.

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

'' Mr. Ray Douglas Bradbury and his supporter beat and gang 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 criminal. You ca n't see them and there will be no bail. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Where ? '' asked the woman.

'' At Kevin 's directly. I do n't screw Kevin 's hold up epithet, 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 smart me. They were gentle and considerate, and did n't do anything without my consent. None of those Loretta Young men are capable of forcing themselves on any charwoman. ''

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

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

The prosecutor shot back harshly `` Are you uncoerced 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 male child go down for something I know they did n't do. ``

'' What about the dupe in the hospital ? '' said the prosecuting officer. `` 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 squad '' Yvonne said. `` Ask her about the letter on their spinal column. My boys that you have locked up all had a `` T '' on their back. Call her. I bet she will recite you they all wore a `` P ''.

The prosecuting attorney picked up her headphone and asked to be connected to the Bobby who was apparently at the infirmary standing outside the dupe 's room.

'' Is the woman conscious and able-bodied to talk with you ? '' Yvonne heard. `` Ask her if the perpetrators had a missive on their spine. '' There was a pause of three or four minutes then `` Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh ''. The public prosecutor hung up her sound, looked at Yvonne and said ;

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

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

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

About xlv minutes later Yvonne was sitting in the entrance hall when all the son filed out of a slope threshold. They ran over to Yvonne and surrounded her, hugging her and thanking her.

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

'' wellspring '' Yvonne said. `` You might receive me to your future plot, if you can find a team to play against. I do n't think the `` P 's '' will be on the field for a tenacious, long time. Or, if you ca n't find a team to play against, you could just ask round me back up to Kevin 's '' .