I wasn’t sure how people celebrated East meets West Day until he walked in. He was big and blonde, a real hunk of man. When he saw me, he kinda smirked and said, “Damn chink place.” That pissed me off and I wasn’t letting him walk out. “Come with me, sir.” I said doing my best Chinese accent. “I take good care of you.” I led him to the shower and began to bathe him. His huge cock began to rise as I soaped it. Next, I took him to my massage table where I began to rub him down, sliding my thumbs along his nuts. He moaned softly as I slid a greased fingertip into his rectum, probing for his prostate. I knew I found it when his back arched suddenly. “Please.” he whispered. “Please, what.” I demanded. “Please make me cum.” he begged. “You no like chinky massage, remember?” “I’m sorry.” he said. “Tell me louder”, I demanded, pressing my finger into his prostate, making it throb and harden. “Turn over and tell me, you racist bitch.” He rolled over and I slid my finger deeply into his man-pussy, finger fucking him. He was almost sobbing with need now. I gripped his cock with an oily hand and began to stroke. His penis was almost purple and the veins were popping out. “I’m sorry I was such a cunt. You are amazing. Please let me cum.” he squealed. I smiled to myself as his load shot all over his stomach and face. That was the day East met West and I sure as hell won that battle. He is an obedient little slave to me now.
“Unity begins when two parties of different qualities meet and come together for a single goal. The different cultures of the East and the West will be better if such thing occur. On East meets West Day, celebrate and join hands with people not of your own tribe!” (https://www.dates.abouttravelingtheworld.com/)
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