I've been motorboated (I believe that's the term for what happened to OP), had my breasts grabbed, my arse grabbed and slapped, my cleavage openly leered over, things whispered in my ear and shouted from cars (a few examples: "I'd fuck you in the arse", "Tits", "Nice tits", "Wish I could come on those, love", "Slut" and many others). twoheaps, I don't give a flying fuck if you've got an imaginary friend who likes that sort of thing, I fucking hate it and it's not for you or others to whinge, "But THIS woman liked it when I abused her! How am I supposed to know that others don't?" Vile, vile, vile.
At the swingers clubs I used to go to, I'd have people sidle up to me and gently place a hand on my back or neck. If I wasn't up for it, for any reason, I stepped back and said, "I'm sorry, not tonight." On every single occasion they backed off at once, usually with an apology and saying they hoped they hadn't upset me. On my first ever club visit, I explained to the hostess that I was new and didn't want to do anything tonight, just see what it was like. She told everyone not to make a pass at me, and none of them did.
What I'm getting at is that I felt, and was, safer in fucking fetish clubs than in normal ones, or on streets in broad daylight. So it seems nothing's more deviant and kinky than respecting women's boundaries without question.