We left off the first story of Steve and Yvonne after Yvonne talked with the children and told her married man, 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 survive 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 mind. '' Her reply was light-minded, `` What 's faulty with the kitchen mesa ? '' She stood up then sat on the table and leaned back on her elbows allowing Steve 's shirt to fall open exposing her breasts. Steve stood and grabbed the waistline of her step-in and pulled them off. Just as he was about to launch his rooster into her wet, waiting twat he said

'' Do you bear in 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 translate the broad news report, `` Yvonne '' by Steve Briton to before reading the chase quarter episode. instalment two and three ( `` Yvonne and Steve go to United Mexican States ( Hidden Beach ) '' and `` Yvonne and Steve in FL ( Haulover and Trapeze ) '' are as yet, unpublished. If reviews of the following are favorable, I 'll send them.

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

Steve treated Yvonne like a queen. They played tennis regularly and worked out together at the gym. Yvonne lost every excess ounce she had ever gained and soon had the body of a char half her age. Steve gave her money to cause her hair and nails done. Steve bought lots of nice clothes for Yvonne. Tight sexy gym rig, professional garb to have on to operate, a wicked weasel for the beach and a nearly transparent monokini for their beach vacation. They made love often, and Yvonne nearly always had at to the lowest degree three ( or to a greater extent ) 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 experience how to `` truthalize '' her story. How could she explain 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 take her as his sex slave for one day and then set her free with no responsibility ? 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 hour. Rob begged her to forgive him, begged her to try to put their married couple back together.

Finally, the day her fake servitude was due to end Yvonne told Steve `` We have to talk. 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 amend than anyone ever has in my entire lifespan. Maybe I 'm stupid, maybe that 's because you have fucked my mentality out so wonderfully well '' she said with a one-half laugh. `` Oh, Steve ! If it was n't for the children ... dammit. I feel guilty for abandoning my marriage, 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 poor. ''

Steve listened for a foresighted 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 aliveness, that she had no choice, that she was obligated. Steve reassured her `` Yvonne, I love you. I love you enough to stay on with you forever and I love you enough to let you go. But you have to understand that I ca n't hold up like a yo yo. If you leave me, if you go back to Rob, it 's final. I ca n't stomach waiting to find out if it will act upon out for you and your hubby 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 implements of war, then he kissed her on the frontal bone and Yvonne walked out to her car, never turning back as Steve watched her go. Steve felt more empty that he had since Nancy had died more than a year and a half before. Yvonne cried all the way family. She parked a engine block away from her dwelling and dried her eyes and tried to gain her calmness. Finally she slowly drove the lastly block, parked, and walked into her mansion. Rob was at the kitchen tabular array.

'' Hello '' Yvonne said.

Rob replied `` Hi, Yvonne. How are you '' They engaged in pocket-size talk for a while, but it was as if they were barely acquaintances. There was no emotional connection. The tiddler were out with friends. After a while they turned on the television and watched some old rerun in silence. The minor came domicile and spent a few minutes with Yvonne before going to their rooms to babble out with booster and surf the net. Yvonne went through the motions feeling empty and lonely even when Rob and the youngster were in the way. Day after day, workweek after hebdomad Yvonne moved through each day much as the day she returned family. Then one Fri 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 adept at home fix, especially plumbing. Just call a plumber '' replied Rob. Yvonne called six plumbers before she found one who could come the next day. When the morrow rolled around Rob was out at his gambler 's anonymous coming together and the children were out with friends. The buzzer rang and Yvonne answered to find a fat, unshaved man in oleaginous overalls with a openhanded Whitney Moore Young Jr. man wearing short pants 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 younger man was carrying a cock box. The older man looked under the sink and grunted.

'' Have at it boy. I 'll be in the hand truck having a sess. '' said the one-time man as he walked back to the front room access. The younger man put his cock box down and got down on the floor. He was not much aged than Yvonne 's son, and cute as could be. He had a boylike grin and a dimpled chad in his cheek. He laid on his backrest and wriggled back under the sinkhole.

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

Yvonne said `` No. I mean, Yes, I have a bucketful, you do n't need to go to the motortruck. '' Yvonne fetched a bucket and passed it to the Loretta Young man. His shorts were short and as he wriggled around they rode up and his chunk spilled out. He appeared not to remark, so Yvonne said nothing. tinker's dam. He had big balls. Yvonne and Rob had tried to ca-ca bed a few times. It was pro forma and unsatisfying for Yvonne. She did n't make how horny she was until she saw those beautiful young nut hanging out of the leg of the boxers of the young plumber. Yvonne was speechless. She just looked, and licked her lips.

The pipe fitter started to talk. `` I 'm just an apprentice. Mr. Bessie Smith, he 's the lord plumber. You will be paying him Quran pace for this job. He will inspect my work after I am done and then pen you up a bill. I have another two year before I get my certification. '' Yvonne just stared at the young Ball hanging out of the vernal man 's shorts and tried to stop shaking. She finally excused herself and went off to her sleeping room to shift dress.

In her chamber Yvonne ran a brush through her hair and quickly applied some lipstick. She then removed her loose-fitting dungaree and sweat shirt and slipped on her sexy gym outfit. The closely fitting shorts accentuated her ass and they were short enough to picture a little bit of ass brass. She put on a thin out tank top, no bra and looked into the mirror. He nipples were toilsome and the thin top left her poky highly visible. She hurried back into the kitchen, somewhat breathless and flushed. `` I 'm back '' she announced.

The young man scooted out from under the sink, looked up at her and a look of surprise flashed across his countenance. His optic went mighty to her pap and his mouth dropped receptive. He stammered `` fountainhead, 'mam, it finished. I 'm afraid that book pace is an hour and a one-half, and that 's what Mr. Smith will bill you, even though it took me only twenty min to fix it. ''

'' XX min ? '' Yvonne said. `` Mr. Smith has probably not even finished his fag. Would you wish some tea before you go ? '' The Loretta Young man smiled an shook his head. Yvonne set about making tea. The young man sat at the kitchen table.

'' My public figure is Collin, 'mam. It is very decent of you to offer up me tea. As an learner I do all the study, Mr. Smith gets all the money. He keeps me jolly busy all day. ``

'' You do n't birth to call me 'Mam, my name is Yvonne. '' She smiled at him, then poured the hot water into the tea tympanum. She took two cups and two saucer out of the storage locker and walked behind Collin, then reached over him to place his cup in front man of him, brushing her left tit across his properly berm. The electricity ran from her pap straight to her clit. She could scarcely believe what she was doing. She brought the tea boiler over to the table and again, as she passed behind Collin she leaned against his back and dragged her mamilla across his shoulder. Her tank top had fairly fragile strap and very large arm pickle. As Yvonne moved around the table and bent over to pullulate tea into her own cup she was standing somewhat sideways to Collin. He had a view of the incline her entrust tit through the arm hole of her tank top. Collin thought she was the sexiest MILF he 'd ever seen.

Yvonne sat down diametrical Collin and they engaged in small talk. She asked him about his work and what he did besides piece 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 football.

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

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

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

'' No, `` ma ... Yvonne. Not exactly. I mean, we have a squad, but it 's not formal. It 's just some of my partner. We call ourselves the `` T '' for storekeeper and we play against another informal team called the the `` P 's '' because they all went to public school and university. Me and my mates, we are all storekeeper and prentice, working guys. The `` T 's '' they are mostly professionals, barristers, architects, you know, guys who do n't sweat or get dirty at workplace. We meet Dominicus at the park unless it rains. Why do n't you do cheer for us sometime ? And after the plot, 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 move over me your number so I can foretell 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 shoulder from behind pressing her tits into his back, she placed the report 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 bridge player 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 little, than gasped an almost inaudible gasp as Collin 's helping hand reached her hot, wet genitalia. Then she whispered into Collin 's ear wetly `` Your address too. '' as she licked his ear and then gently bit it. By this prison term Yvonne was almost completely out of dominance. She pulled Collin 's chairperson 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 pussy against his rock hard cock. She reached down and unbuttoned the one button at the top of Collin 's short circuit, worked his zipper down, and got his cock out. Yvonne 's pussy 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 cock as Collin pulled her tank top up and over her head word. He tossed it across the kitchen and started sucking her odd tit. They were both in a craze.

Collin stood up with Yvonne impaled on his rooster, then sat her down on the kitchen mesa, laid her back, and spread her ramification wide, all the clip never taking his cock out of her or missing a stroking. As Collin stood rapidly fucking Yvonne, her laid back on the kitchen mesa, legs spread, she screamed `` Oh, Steve, fuck me ! '' Horrified Yvonne earn what she 'd said. She had called Collin Steve. Had he heard ? Did he care ? Collin just kept pounding away like a jack power hammer. Yvonne got back into the rhythm and felt her coming building. Collin had his mouth on hers again and she thrust her tongue out. Collin then gave Yvonne his natural language 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 first good 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 pussy. Collin 's drawers were around his articulatio talocruralis. He pulled them up, stuffing his cock back away. Yvonne just lay there on the kitchen tabular array, smiling wickedly.

'' Well, 'mam. I think I 've taken forethought of your plumbery job, at least for the time being. I better go get Mr. Smith so he can sign up off on it. '' Collin said. `` You have my turn, so you can call me if you need anything again. '' He smiled, picked up his toolbox and walked out. Yvonne ran back into her bedroom and changed quickly back into the clothes she had worn before the pipe fitter arrived. Ian Douglas Smith came back in without Collin and glanced under the kitchen cesspit, then handed her a bank note 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. ''

Dominicus after breakfast Yvonne said to Rob and the children `` It 's a pin-up day. Let 's all go do something open air. '' Rob groaned with a hurt reflexion on his fount. The child just gave her `` The looking at '' that kids consecrate whenever their parents suggest anything that takes them away from their Friend. Yvonne then said ;

'' Well, it 's just too skillful a day to delay home and watch the telly. I 'm going out. '' She washed the dish antenna and took a shower, carefully dressing in her sexiest gym outfit, then putting on her baggy travail suit over top of her gym suit of clothes. As she left the menage she said flashy enough for all to hear her

'' I 'm off, trusted 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 racket. She thought about calling, then decided to just render up at the park. After she parked she removed the baggy sweats and exited the car wearing her sexy gym turnout, but with a sports 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 grouping wore uniforms, well at least matching shirts, atomic number 79 and bluing and emblazoned with a with child `` P '' professionally embroidered on the vertebral column. The early group of young men wore a hodgepodge of reprimand jeans, short circuit, work boots, beat up sneak, sweat shirts and T shirts. Each had a bombastic `` T '' on the back of his shirt, painted on on perhaps scrawled on with a magic mark. The `` P 's '' all had expensive haircuts, and were either clean shaven or had neatly trimmed mustaches. The `` T 's '' had scraggly beard or 3 day growths, longish hair and a rather ragamuffin appearance. Yvonne sat down and listened to the banter.

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

'' Fook you, racy, spoiled dick '' responded a T. The banter went back and Forth as they kicked the ball around. After a while it became apparent that the T 's were not really bitter or mean, just playful. The P 's, on the former hand, really were nasty at times, spiteful and seemed to actually be violate pricks. Finally an elderly man wearing a stripped-down shirt showed up. The face squared off, and the secret plan began in earnest. The P 's passed the ball back and Forth to each other, kicking it swiftly in a coordinated and practiced way. The T 's were more like a mob, yelling and charging. The P 's had finesse, the T 's brute strength and determination, they charged like a mob of maniacs. Up and down the champaign the chunk 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 skill and proficiency of the P 's balanced out. They were nearly compeer. Finally, at the end, the T 's had won by a goal.

Collin came over to Yvonne and and said `` So glad you could take a crap it, 'ma ... Yvonne. Are you coming to the pub with us ? ''

'' I would n't overlook it for the human race '' replied Yvonne. Collin introduced the sleep of his team to Yvonne as they headed for the pub. There was John the linesman, William who ran a rearwards hoe, Syd, the welder, Oliver, Ellis, Joey and Stonewall Jackson. She missed exactly what some of them did. They were all commodity looking young men, scraggly but masculine and ruggedly handsome. They walked to the pub together as Yvonne got to know 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 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 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, rumbustious and having fun. More swallow were bought and everyone got a bit drunk. Yvonne was not as drunkard as she was acting, but she could feel the glow.

One of the guys said `` OK male child. 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.

'' trick said `` You guys jazz I ca n't go. See you next hebdomad. ''

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

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

A few blocks later they entered an older building and walked up four escape of stairs to Kevin 's flat. It was a pocket-size apartment, not luxurious at all. The decor included a flit plug-in, bow and arrows, and a large trophy presence Kevin 's name and the public figure of the schoolhouse he had attended along with the year of the award. A fiddling quick arithmetic in her headland told Yvonne that Kevin could n't be Thomas More than two or three days older than her own son. Collin dragged Yvonne aside and whispered in her ear.

'' Yvonne, can I be very address with you ? I mean, like no licking around the George Walker 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 cock in you again. '' As he whispered he gave her ear a little lick and a nibble on her earlobe. Yvonne 's stifle got faint 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 protagonist ? Can they determine ? Can they get in on the action mechanism too ? They all think you are a sexy MILF. ``

Yvonne was rapidly losing all ascendency, and Collin had n't even touched her early than a piddling piece 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 group ; `` Just give us the color of your traffic light. If you say 'red luminance'we will stop whatever we are doing, I promise. You say yellow light, we will slow it down and take it wanton. OK ? ``

Yvonne, looking around the room from typeface to boldness said rather loudly `` GREEN LIGHT ! '' 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 talk to the ma'am like that. She has n't given permit for us to talk dirty to her. Yvonne ? ''

'' talk dirty to me. I 'm a splice woman, old enough to be the female parent each and every one of you, and I want you all to sleep together me. roll in the hay my learning ability out. That makes me a strumpet, so call me a slut. ``

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

Yvonne shook her head and said ;

'' DP ? '' The son stripped her. Their mitt were all over her as they sucked her mammilla, fingered her snatch and ass, kissed her, French kissed her. person thrust a cock in Yvonne 's face. She grabbed it and started sucking for all she was Worth. Joey picked her up and carried her to an arm hot seat and sat down with Yvonne on his lap facing him and thrust his stopcock into her gaping dribbling pussy as he leaned back and reclined the chair. This gave Syd a perfect opportunity to fuck 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 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 canal. The remainder 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 light ! ``

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

'' OK ? '' He asked. Yvonne grunted in the approbative. 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 puss and Syd plunged in and out of her bum. Ellis had his prick in Yvonne 's facial expression from her left. He said ;

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

'' I want to fuck your face. Is that OK, bitch ? '' Yvonne mumbled in the affirmative again. She held Ellis'cock in her leave hand and jerked it as she sucked Ellis'cock for all she was worth. She felt Syd explode in her bum filling her anal bodily cavity with his hot, sticky cum. When he was done he pulled out. Joey came in her pussy and Yvonne came with him. It was her first coming of the day and although not consuming, it was good enough and she looked forward to various more right orgasms as the youthful 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 couch and Jackson entered her from buttocks, thrusting his cock into her pussy dog style. Jesse Louis Jackson 's cock was a lot bigger than any of the others. Yvonne was glad he was n't the one who had fucked her in the bum.

capital of Mississippi 's big cock was just wonderful. Soon Yvonne felt another orgasm edifice. She came long and hard this time. As she was coming down Jackson pulled out, spun her around and thrust his cock into her backtalk and immediately let easy with a huge squirt of cum, then another while yelling ;

'' Swallow it bitch, Swallow every drib ''. Yvonne swallowed twice and felt herself being moved across the way, and pushed backwards. She one-half fell as she sat onto the chair on Oliver 's lap. Yvonne 's cunt was gaping and dribbling and King 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 bitch at the Saami prison term Oliver had his cock in her. It was a compressed fit, but Yvonne groaned `` viridity brightness '' and Collin shoved his prick in all the way. She had two tool up her cunt at the Same meter and just moaned with joy.

Yvonne lost racetrack of clock time, lost cut of how many times she was fucked, how many lode of cum had exploded in her bum, mouth and cunt. It became a blur of beautiful Edward Young prick fucking her like she 'd never been fucked before. Finally the boy were all spent and Yvonne was way beyond completely spent. She heard water running and felt herself lifted up. She half opened her centre to see that she was being carried into the bathroom. 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 lovesome water, surrounded by sweet smelling bath bubbles.

'' Yvonne, I had a girl living with me hear for awhile and when we split up she left behind her house of cards bath. We thought you might love a decent ripple bath before you go home. '' Kevin explained. Collin, Kevin and Glenda Jackson took turns sponging her off and massaging her feet and shoulder joint. They were aristocratic and attentive 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 stairs and back to her car.

That even, back at habitation, Yvonne acted as rule 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 lamentable to visit you at home, but I have a good problem. The Bobby 's pinched us. I 'm in the caboose. We are all in the caboose. Can you add up ? We need you more than you can think. ``

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

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

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

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

'' It 's up to the theatre director of Public Prosecutions whether you can see any of them or not. Her assistant is down that 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 stark looking woman with short-change hairsbreadth styled in a mannish manner. She wore champaign, unflattering 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 find out what was going on. The prosecutor said

'' Mr. Ray Douglas Bradbury and his admirer cadence and work party raped a new woman this afternoon, apparently after pouring liquor into her at a local pub. She 's in the infirmary considerably the worse for wear. We are going after the uttermost penalty for these brutal criminals. You ca n't see them and there will be no bail. ``

Yvonne was dumbstruck. How could the boy be so lenify with her and then musical rhythm and violation individual else ? As a issue of fact, how could they rape another char after they were so completely spent from fucking her ? They 'd all cum respective times each. Yvonne then asked ;

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

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

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

'' Where ? '' asked the woman.

'' At Kevin 's flat. I do n't know Kevin 's live on gens, but we were there, all of us, from about two until almost five. ``

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

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

The prosecutor 's mouth dropped clear. 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 bequeath to testify in court ? ``

'' I 'm a conjoin woman, with children. If I have to testify in tribunal ... .well, it would break me. If there is any way to head off it I 'd rather not. '' Yvonne stated.

The prosecuting attorney shot back harshly `` Are you willing to testify in court of justice ? ``

'' Yes '' Yvonne responded. If that 's what it takes, I 'll do it. I ca n't let those decent boys 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 plot, went to the pub with the team, drank with them, was lured to the apartment of one of them, and brutally raped by all of them. How can you refute her testimony ? ``

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

The prosecuting officer picked up her telephone set and asked to be connected to the Bobby who was apparently at the hospital standing outside the dupe 's room.

'' Is the charwoman conscious and able to lecture with you ? '' Yvonne heard. `` Ask her if the perpetrators had a missive on their backs. '' There was a intermission of three or four minutes then `` Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh ''. The prosecutor hung up her earphone, looked at Yvonne and said ;

'' Did you ever think of becoming a law detective ? You 've just solved our case. I 'll give your ally released within the time of day. Sorry for the inconvenience. '' There was a knock at the threshold and the John Singer Sargent walked in. `` Get that other team rounded up and brought in as soon as possible. ''

'' But, m'am, they are all from goodish menage, young master. They could n't be implicated, could they ? ``

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

About 45 minutes later Yvonne was sitting in the pressure group when all the boys filed out of a side door. They ran over to Yvonne and surrounded her, hugging her and thanking her.

'' Oh, Yvonne, thank you so a lot 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 bid me to your next 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 long, farsighted time. Or, if you ca n't come up a team to play against, you could just invite me back up to Kevin 's '' .