He looked at me. I struggled to match Mother's quiet smile. A bit of twitter started up among those in attendance and I could see a flush star... to creep up Lyonidas' neck. I knew I shouldn't help him until Mother offered, but . . . well, I don't know why . . . I just couldn't let him stand there unsupported. "Milord Regent, if I may be so bold as to ask a question," I said quietly. His nod was so full of gratitude that I now felt worse for having let it go so long. I spoke. The feeling makes mom whimper as well, and she rocking her hips. At first it is a slow, gentle motion, which makes me sigh as I feel it inside her body. Gradually it gets faster, the movements become more intense as mom rises, nearly letting me out, and then comes back down and I slide deep into her again. She is riding me, with her big tits bouncing up and down and her long hair whipping against my chest and face. She is shuddering, her back arching as she bites her lip and breathes deep. He knew he had to keep up appearances. He knew that he had to be Oliver Queen, billionaire playboy without a care who would sleep with any pair of curves that had two legs. That irresponsible person couldn't possibly be the notorious vigilante who's been going around Starling City.But that irresponsible playboy wasn't his true self. Not anymore. Not after the island changed him. Maybe the fiction he created was true of the selfish man who went on that boat trip five years ago, but not the man. We heard the doors being slammed shut by the guard and I kept my legs opened wide so Mike could start to rub me. I am very multi orgasmic and it didn’t take long before orgasm number one washed over me, followed very quickly by the next one.As we pulled into the next station I closed my legs and pulled my coat around me. A few people got into our carriage but luckily no-one was close enough to spoil our fun. The train started to move again. The coat was opened and so were my legs. I was sitting.