I’d given her lots of signs that I was horny for her. I often put her vibrators back in the wrong spot so that she’d realise I’d been using them... Sometimes on weekends I deliberately left a pair of her dirty knickers in my bed, so she’d find them when she washed the sheets. Even a crotch full of cum in her expensive lingerie that I ‘accidentally’ left right on my pillow didn’t trigger a response. It would have killed me if my dad ever found out about what I was doing, and I have to assume that. And I walked around the passenger side and got in.The seats in this car were made for sucking cock. I could lean over on top his lap, put his cock in my lips and it was comfortable for us both. No bucket seats to fuck with.As I put my hand around his now ridged bone, I noticed that he had some body tremors. He was shaking and moving slightly as I did a slow hand job on him. He answered the question before I asked. He had Parkinsons in it's early stages and not to be scared by it...it was not. My boobs were bouncing and my open crop top was bouncing too to fully expose my transparent pink bra. My skirt too was bouncing revealing my bouncing ass completely.Everyone on the platform and in the train was looking at me and I was there running practically only in my bra and panties. I finally boarded in the 2nd class gents compartment showing that I could not get into the ladies compartment and to my surprise , THE TRAIN WAS FULL !! I was shocked. There were at least 70 men in that. "Yeeek!! You bastard! Get out! Pervert! I'm not going to your sodding stables today, maybe never again. Get out before I call the police. Mummy send him away!" Robert took no notice of her pleas and insults but turned her face down on the bed. "Your bottom is very colourful but the swelling has gone down a bit Miss Claire. Get up and wash and I'll put some cream on and then we'll go. You've ten minutes." "No, I won't do it!"With ease, Robert picked her up and took her through to the bathroom.