I did as she indicated I should do, I gripped my pre-cum soaked dick and began to slowly jackoff to her masturbatory motions. It didn't take more than... a minute before I shot a big intense gob of cum in a high arch that splatted against the screen of my now discarded computer. I kept pumping my dick and spurting more cum, making my hand sticky and so messy that it looked like it was glazed with frosting. I was a mess, I had cum all over my fingers, sloppy spots on my pants and an obvious string. The situation was complicated by conflicting evidence of Jack's mental capacity at the time of the Hallowe'en incident. Clearly he was mentally disordered at the time of his arrest, but did his condition pre-date his arrest? Was his mental condition (the law not recognising spiritual disorders) the same during his previous involvement with the Group? In the end, he was committed to a high-security psychiatric institution under Section 37/41 of the Mental Health Act 1983, which meant he had to. They pulled out the washing machine and set about sorting out my little problem. I made them a drink and sat on the laundry box and watched two men at work. I had not expected them so early and had not got dressed, I was wearing my short silky dressing gown. Bradley kept looking at me and turning red and then turning away. He did this for quite a while and I could see that he had a hard on under his white overalls. I had not realised when I sat down but I had not got any knickers on, they were. That created a dilemma, and I needed a way out.“If you and I were to do stuff, would you want me telling anyone else what we did?”“No! That would be wrong!”“And you assume I was with Francesca.”“Duh!”“So if I say I have had one, you’ll assume it was Francesca, something I couldn’t confirm or deny. I can’t violate anyone’s privacy.”Kelly was quiet, which I took to mean she wasn’t happy, but I wasn’t sure how I could answer her questions. The strange thing was that I would have no qualms telling.