This is the story of how I was first molested and my dormant fetish blossomed. It happened on a day when I was on a train, being jostled around, just like any other day. A man sitting next to me kept touching my body, then pulling away, then touching again... eventually, I felt his hand on my butt... I immediately realized it was molestation and tried to speak! "Hey..." But the man forcibly covered my mouth with his hand, preventing me from making any sound...
