Hope became the target of molestation on the bus she used every day for commuting. The man's fingers, approaching silently, felt surprisingly good... To put it mildly, a direct hit! Even though her mind found it repulsive, her body craved more... In her silence, Hope was astonished to find herself dripping with so much lubrication that it formed strings! What bound them together wasn't the red thread of fate but the lascivious thread of lust. Submissive Hope fell into an impure relationship and boarded the bus where the man awaited her today as well.
