"Yes," she finally admitted, staring straight into the man's eyes. "I let people use me so thatI can buy my own orgasms afterwards." So you admit you'...re a dirty little slut?" Yes," she said."Say it," demanded the man."I'm a slut," she said softly."Louder." I'm a slut." Again!" he ordered."I'm a dirty little slut, OK?" Jane was practically shouting now, suddenly oblivious to whether anyone could hear her in the adjacent cells. "I crave sex. I want to have orgasms. I need to have orgasms. Is that. It always comes to the fore in times of adversity.” The doctor turned and walked towards the stairs. “Needs must, Mrs Jackson...Needs must." And with those words of wisdom, the doctor left. Mrs Jackson considered what the doctor had said. Did he seriously mean that she herself was going to have to take her own son in hand and relieve him? The doctor hadn’t actually said so, but what else could he mean? She considered the possibility of getting someone else in to do it, but who? Jason. My fingers were inside her, rubbing against the front of her vagina; she moaned deeply, almost like a groan, and I felt more warm juices flow from her.“Oh my God, that was so good, you really know just where to touch, where to lick,” she said, panting. “Now, move up here, and lie on top of me, and I want you inside me.”She moved around to lie along the bed, and I got in to lie on top of her. She reached down, took my prick, and guided me so that my knob was pressed against her opening.“Go on,. I then asked if she raised me to be a Wehrmacht officer, because she doesn’t mind pointing out her son starred in a war movie. She flipped me off for that. And rightly so.“Just a trick I picked up from Paul Hollywood.”“Is he one of your showbiz chums, then?”“I don’t have any showbiz chums, I watch The Great British Bake Off like anybody else.”Kelly joined us in the kitchen. Eighteen years old and she still skipped as she walked, although I suspected that had more than a bit to do with the fact.