My mind whirred over wondering how many cocks I would suck and whether Debbie would suck me again. Would she tie me up this time? I just couldn't wait... Eventually Simon pulled up at the arranged place just like he said he would. I got into the car and we set off to the next town, back to Bill’s.Simon asked with a wry smile, “Did you enjoy yourself last week?”“Yes very much so!” I blushed, agreeing.We drove on making small talk, eventually arriving outside of Bill’s home.As we approached the. Eventually she shook off the arousal that threatened to overcome her, reaching behind me and turning on a tap. Cold water cascaded over both of us, instantly extinguishing our shared desire. I eyed her with mock anger, eliciting a knowing smile; she pressed me back against the wall behind me, treating me to a taste of the cold tiles and jamming the hard taps into the small of my back. She made it all worth it, though, by letting me cup her breasts and planting another seductive, open-mouthed. Even more remarkable than gentrification is the phenomenon known as White Flight. When large numbers of racial minorities move into a previously White area, the White people try to force them out. If that doesn’t work, the Whites themselves will move out. Harlem in the early twentieth century was a wealthy White enclave. In the later days of the twentieth century, it became a stronghold of Black Power in America. White people fled Harlem as it became the Black capital of America. Now, even. Anyway, come on in.”It was not a large room. There was a canvas, film director style chair and a long, flat leather upholstered exercise bench on castors. A large, high definition TV screen was hung on the wall facing the chair. Beside the chair was a small table on which there was a laptop and a few other bits and pieces. Clyde showed Jean that the chair had a split seat. He took off his own lower clothing and sat on the seat, spreading his buttocks as he did so. “Ok. Now lie on the bench.