From the experience of being molested once, I can't get used to commuting by train no matter how long it takes. On that day, I boarded the train as usual, but... No way, even though I thought it was me, I was immediately made to squid by the obscene gestures of the molester. Since then, her relentless torture and teasing that continues every time she commute makes her body unable to forget the pleasure, and unconsciously seeks her pleasure when she is toyed with by her molester. And she left her house today, keeping her obscene fantasies in a corner of her heart...
