No way... to be molested like this... why me? Shock runs through me at my first ever experience of being groped. Confusion and fear mix together, making it impossible for me to utter a sound. Meanwhile, the molester's wicked hands roam all over my body. (You... notice... please) While my heart cries out for help from my husband, my body responds sensitively and pleases the molester. The humiliation of being forced to climax gradually turns into pleasure...
