Every morning i was molested. Even if i changed trains, i would be molested again… but i was too scared to do anything… one morning, a man helped me when i was being touched on a crowded train… but why? he helped me before, but today he's putting his fingers in my underwear… something's different about this person's molestation… it feels good… with his bold and stimulating technique, i soon found myself craving sex, a bottomless pleasure with no final destination. today, the girl boards the same train again.