Chapter 3

I was roused by Surefuck Bones. A quick glance at the clock said six o'clock.

"Wadshot! Well done!" he said to me.

I tried to clear my mind from the nap.

"I see you did her in the ass. Well done, indeed," said Bones.

With that pleasant memory, my mind cleared immediately.

"Anything to help my friend," said I.

"I think we should request our guest to clean herself up," said Bones. "I took the liberty of obtaining extra towels from Mrs. Hummer."

Bones went over to Charlotte. He gently rolled her to her back and squeezed her tits.

"Wake up, Charlotte. Wake up," he said softly. At times, Bones can be a very gentle man.

Charlotte opened her eyes.

"Oh, Mr. Bones. It is good to see you again," said Charlotte with excitement in her voice.

"It is good to see you too," Bones said. He gently kissed her on the forehead. "Here are some towels. Please wipe and clean yourself up with these the best you can. Once you are done, do not get dressed. Sit up on the table."

"Yes, sir" she said.

Observing Charlotte rub the towels over and into her quim, in her crack, and over and in her hole, gave me a raging erection again. I would require additional release later. Once Charlotte was clean as she could possibly be, she sat on the edge of the table like Bones requested of her.

"What now, Mr. Bones?" she said.

Bones, sitting in the chair next to me, opened his eyes, raised a single finger to his lips, then closed his eyes again and resumed his thoughts.

Charlotte saw me look at her so she opened her legs, so I could view her pussy.

Right at seven o'clock, there was a knock at the door. Charlotte jumped at the sudden noise.

"Close your legs, please, Charlotte," said Bones without opening his eyes.

"How did you know?" she asked, closing her legs.

"I know Dr. Wadshot very well," he replied.

"Enter!" Bones said.

Mrs. Hummer opened the door.

"Mr. Wilton Henry Jacobson the Third, sir" she said.

"Show him up," said Bones.

This time Jacobson waited downstairs before coming up.

"Mr. Jacobson! Welcome. Please have a seat," Bones said.

"Mr. Bones," said Jacobson. He looked over to his naked niece as he sat down. His face showed concern about her nakedness, but relief that she appeared to be okay.

"We await another visitor," said Bones and lapsed back into silence.

Five minutes later, another knock came on the door.

"Enter," said Bones.

Instead of Mrs. Hummer, a young man of eighteen was at the door.

"Mr. Bones?" he said, as he entered in brusquely. "What is this about an injury to my dear Charlotte?"

He looked at each of the men in the room.

"I am Mr. Bones," Bones said, "and the injury was a ruse to get you here."

"What?" said the young man and then he saw naked Charlotte sitting on the table.

"Charlotte!" he exclaimed.

"Thomas," she said. She tried to remain calm, but there was happiness in her voice.

"What is going on, Mr. Bones?" said Jacobson.

"This is the young man who had sex with Charlotte at quarter after twelve today," answered Bones.

"What!" Jacobson said. He began to rise from his chair.

"But he did not rape her," said Bones.

"Huh?" said Jacobson. He sat back down, looked at Bones, then at Charlotte, and then back at Bones.

"When did you know, Mr. Bones?" asked Charlotte.

Jacobson looked at Charlotte. He looked like he had been punched in the gut.

"I admit I'm a bit confused here too, Bones," said I.

"Simplicity, my dear Wadshot," said Bones.

He explained.

"I must admit that I myself was momentarily distracted by the beauty of your niece, Mr. Jacobson. This kept me from the observation that this was not a rape case."

"When getting off of Miss Charlotte after enjoying a rousing ejaculation, I cleaned myself with a towel. I gazed back toward my point of insertion, namely Charlotte's pussy, and noticed the unmistakable presence of pre-cum around her asshole. The dryness and crustiness of its appearance gave no doubts to what it was. It definitely could not be mine because my spillage out of her sweet pussy was very moist and sticky due to the recentness of my release. With this realization I went where the evidence indicated. I also could not let an innocent man be accused of a crime."

"My mind was now awakened from the intoxicant that I let Charlotte be to me. I was back to thinking clearly. I noted that Charlotte's anal ring appeared unmolested. There were no cock marks indicating attempted penetration. There was only the dried evidence of a cock interested in entering her anally."

"I then reflected upon my cock's entrance into Charlotte's pussy. Unfortunately, I had previously been thinking with my cock head, when I should have been thinking with my brain head. Nevertheless, I was able to reverse the experience in my mind. I thought about my coupling with Charlotte and recalled the senses of my cock. The pussy I was in was a quim that had had the same cock in it at least fifty times including the most recent time that was errantly called rape. The cock that is the frequent visitor to young Charlotte's pussy is the one which our new guest, Mr. Thomas Bardon possesses."

"It is as you say, Mr. Bones," said Charlotte.

Mr. Jacobson hung his head down.

"Yes, I thought so much," said Bones, "When I entered your pussy, it formed the groove shape it was accustomed to which is Thomas Bardon's cock. I de-grooved you however with my cock."

"And Dr. Wadshot has, too," added Charlotte cheerily.

Bones continued.

"So I went to Worthing Street to try to determine a man who worked in the coal mine and drank Alterson Ale, which is the other smell I detected. Alterson Ale is an inexpensive ale which is popular with young coal miners, since they can afford very little options. I know that The Green Lion Tavern is a favorite establishment for coal workers on Worthing Street and it vends Alterson Ale. I went to the bathroom frequently at this place and eventually was positive I discovered the man. I arranged to have a message delivered to him which regarded an injury to Charlotte. The timing of the message delivery would allow Mr. Bardon to show up here just after seven o'clock, as he promptly did."