Warning: Story contains raceplay.
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While on a trip to Vietnam, Jordan brought up to Bryan that they should visit one of the local tailors to get some custom suits made.
"Seriously," Jordan reiterated as he walked into the tailor shop. "For like $20, you can get a custom suit. Whatever pattern or color you want. They measure you up and everything."
Bryan had a skeptical look on his face as the two made their way through the room filled with tall shelves and boxes stacked on top of boxes. "$20? There's no way--"
A petite young Vietnamese woman emerged from behind a wooden door and interrupted the white man mid sentence with what appeared to be a greeting and a question in Vietnamese. His skepticism turned into confusion as he turned to Jordan.
The black man pulled out a 20 dollar bill and picked up a measuring tape on the nearby glass counter. "Suit. Custom suit. English?"
She replied in Vietnamese while taking the measuring tape out of Jordan's hand. Her hands motioned at the black man to stand on a nearby stool.
Jordan shrugged his shoulders at Bryan while stepping onto the stool. "Apparently she'll make me one for $20."
"I guess so..." Bryan replied with an amazed tone.
The Vietnamese woman pointed to Jordan's pants and motioned for them to be taken off.
"Oh, you want me to..." Jordan made a motion with his hands as if he was lowering his pants.
She nodded her head and responded in Vietnamese.
"Uhh... yeah... I guess that makes sense so you can get my inseam and all." Jordan slowly unbuckled his belt and started to take off his jeans.
Bryan awkwardly looked away. "I... I'll just look at the stuff over there." He then wandered towards the other side of the store to look at the suit patterns while Jordan undressed.
With only a T-shirt and boxers on, Jordan stood still on the stool and watched as the Asian woman crouched down below him with the measuring tape in hand.
What happened next left him speechless. Without a shred of hesitation, she reached into Jordan's boxers and pulled out his black cock. His flaccid piece plopped out of his boxers and in front of the Vietnamese woman's face. Jordan looked down and noticed the Asian woman didn't flinch in the slightest. She lined up the measuring tape against his cock and watched as it grew longer and thicker before her very eyes.
"Shit..." Jordan mumbled under his breath. Although he was embarrassed to have another woman other than his fiance touching his dick, he couldn't help but feel turned on by the sudden thrill. Especially since he could also see the Asian woman's chest heaving a little faster the bigger his cock got.