As the train moved on periodically stopping & moving from various scheduled stations, I was blankly staring out of the window with no one to talk to a...nd did not realise when I had dozed off completely.I woke up only when I felt someone brush my arm. I looked at my right to find a ordinary looking daily office-going woman of average built and around 30-32 yrs of age sitting beside me with her left arm slightly brushing my right arm. She was seated just like me with her Laptop bag resting on her. Melanie circled around me, running her fingers across my chest and back sensually. She and Heather pulled my shirt off, then pulled my arms behind my back. I felt the cold steel clicking as the handcuffs locked my wrists. Melanie pinched my nipples as Heather kissed my neck. They guided me to a chair in the middle of the room. They pulled my pants to my ankles and sat me down. They then removed them completely and Melanie pushed me down into the chair. Heather told me that she was really. . . I'm! . . . I’m! . . . I'm... cumming! . . . I'm cumming!"Knowing what to expect mom pointed my cock towards her stomach and breasts with her fingers. Mom then flinched as up to three weeks of pent up tension shot out of me, covering mom's stomach and nipples as I convulsed in spasms and groaned.I tried to get my breath back as the waves from my cum subsided allowing my body to relax. Mom just froze there trying to take in what had just happened, the fact that her own son had cum over her,. “I understand.”“Sir Jean,” the Count began, trying to calm the atmosphere. “What evidence do you have to support your claim?”“Evidence?” Jean asked, “What do you mean evidence? You have my word as a knight and that of my wife, the Lady Marguerite.”“Your word is not in question, Sir,” the Count said, “but this is a serious matter and not to be taken lightly. Rape is a capital offense.”“I know full well that it is,” Sir Jean replied, “I will kill him myself if you don’t!”“Sir!” Count Pierre.