The usual commuter train. The usual packed train. And the usual pervert that I hate. I could have endured it if I just held out. But that day was different. A hand roughly kneading full breasts. Fingertips twisting sensitive nipples. A hand slowly caressing and squeezing my ass. Quietly, surely, a moistening secret entrance that's noticeable… I couldn't hold back any longer. I wanted it so badly. My self-awareness as a clergyman and the existence of my fiancée didn’t matter at all. I just wanted this slut to probe the depths of pleasure. I wanted to be driven by impulse. Today, too, she seeks commuting for sexual pleasure, forgetting everything.
