The girl on it was young, maybe fourteen, fifteen, and she wore a white, frilly summer dress. Its skirt went down almost to her ankles that were wrapp...ed in white, heeled boots. Everything looked pale about her, her skin, her eyes and even her hair, hanging loose in a riot of curls. She stood on a lawn; at her back was a large house with a zillion windows, little towers and turrets and stone steps that led up to a terrace. The girl didn’t smile, she didn’t frown either. She seemed struck by. He wasn’t the only one, either. He saw out of the corner of his eye that the other men from his Light of the Lord Television Ministries had the same expression on their faces that he knew must be on his own, that mix of pleasure, arousal, and frustrated delight as they drifted on the edge of orgasm, not quite able to release. Like him, they sat there with their cocks out, stroking away but unable to get off. With his other hand, he reached down to fondle his balls. They felt heavy, swollen with. I know I am not his girlfriend. I am merely his Asian cow, his and all his buddies' asian cum dump, and I understand my place, but I still feel so horrible knowing that there is a younger, sexier and much prettier Chinese girl serving him right now.18"All chink women are born to be White men's exclusive semen urinal!" Oh yes my White prince yes! Your beautiful words fill my heart with joy! This is how all Asian women should be treated, because deep down you know—you know, it's true—Asian. .Debbie also had to work and mad me give her my class ring, which she wore around her long neck that night. Debbie had promised not to go off on Tina but instead flaunted my ring with her top two buttons undone and my ring dangling between her two small pushed up tits. Once Tina recognized the ring, she wanted to talk to me in the cooler but I denied her request with the silent treatment. Everyone at work knew what had happened, thanks to Debbie and they too gave her silence most of the night..