I live in a very busy and large city, close to a subway, so there is a lot of foot traffic! Exhibitionism is great! I want to be seen, I want to be ...humiliated and I want to be caught and made to work my way out of trouble by being forced into sex!The first thing I can remember with regards to cross-dressing happened when I was very young. In fact it may be my first memory altogether. I was really young, three or four maybe. And, as to be expected, I wet my pants at some point when we were. He opened the first blouse button and I held his hands tightly to stop him. I was wishing if he changes his mind out of fear of my husband and his father but that was not possible right now He raised his hands and grabbed my breasts and said ” malkin can I open your blouse”I said no leave me alone and clean our clothes. He did not listen and touched my nipples. He was holding my nipples with his fingers over my blouse . He gradually increased pressure And opened the second button. I could feel. When my penis was fully erect and completely hard the woman took a couple of minutes to carefully examine my cock. She stroked it occasionally to maintain its hardness while she looked at it."Your penis is circumcised, just the kind we prefer," the woman commented after she finished her examination. She then went and picked up the camera and came back to take several pictures of my erect penis, again stroking it occasionally to maintain my erection."Julie please come over here," the command. Karen’s eyes never left it as I began to rub it around her tits. I dragged it across her nipples, pausing on each one. Her nipples hardened and I ran the length along them, letting the rubber spike scrape them. I pushed my cock deeper into her arse and brought the vibrator down and let it rest against her clit. She began to pant quite loudly as the vibration started to take effect. “I didn’t give you permission to make a noise,” I said. Karen tensed her whole body. She knew she was going to be.