A reader sent this heartwarming experience today about immigration. My friends and I have lunch ofte
A reader sent this heartwarming experience today about immigration. My friends and I have lunch often at an ethnic restaurant in our town. The family members who run it are friendly and quiet, and I wondered how they would adjust to the revolution. Although the mother seems to run a tight ship, particularly when it comes to her son, they all seemed fairly socially conservative. Well, our questions were answered after we had seated ourselves at a table and their son sheepishly entered carrying bread while wearing absolutely nothing other than loafers, socks and a strained smile. Maybe because he’s a cute young man and foreign, I found myself studying his body particularly closely and making mental notes of such things as his being circumcised. To his mother’s credit, he didn’t flinch at all when we played with his cock, balls and nipples and even inspected his lightly hairy asshole. It’s very good to see such a lovely immigrant family teaching their son to be as submissive as our own males. -- source link