Sensual Jane, her ample bosom heaving, steps onto a bustling bus, unaware of the covert attentions about to descend upon her. She clutches her bag, her senses heightened as she feels the first brush against her backside. The bus is packed, bodies pressed together, and Jane's curves draw eyes like magnets. Hands, hidden by coats and bags, grope and squeeze, their owners' faces masked by newspapers or hats. Jane's breath hitches, her nipples hardening under her thin blouse. She tries to move, but the crowd is dense, and the groping continues, relentless and anonymous.