To complete her master's task, the female crossdresser sat at a corner dining table. The surrounding crowd constantly stimulated her ...

To complete her master's task, the female crossdresser sat at a corner dining table. The surrounding crowd constantly stimulated her brain, as if a voice was telling her, "Look at me, I'm a female crossdresser." Sitting in the chair, her clitoris, aroused, slowly emerged from under her skirt. Her fingers pressed against the sensitive clitoris; even at the risk of being discovered by the crowd, she remained exposed. The thin semen that gushed out was the best proof of this mission.