I tried to remain nonchalant, but when the sound of someone pissing hard into the toilet followed next, I sneaked a peek at the suit on the stall wall... A wet, navy blue Speedo. “She’s a looker, ain’t she?” Came a voice. “Huh?” Was all I could manage. “My wife,” came the voice again. “I saw you looking at her.” Oh, shit! Just what I need, a pissed-off husband! My voice caught in my throat, preventing me from answering. The flushing of the toilet on his side filled the void instead. I then sensed. Then licks her finger runs it over the head of my cock, making it jump.She pulls me over to the block until my cock is touching it. I bend at the waist and she pulls the end of the rope putting it thru the ring on the far side. Pulling me down across on the block, then ties it on the far side so I can not get up. My ass is level with her hips and sticking out open. Reaching under me she grabs the chain to the clamps pulling forward tying a string to the center.Takes a weight places it on the. .. or Drummond or whatever the hell she calls herself these days.”“Does that mean you’ll refuse to deliver the sofa to her tomorrow?”“TOMORROW? It’s not half done!”“It will be by morning -- if I work on it all night. Andrea needs it by next weekend and when will be another opportunity to take it to her before then?”“I’ll deliver it. You do know there’s a winter storm watch posted for tomorrow, don’t you?”“Yes -- that’s why I want to get it done tonight so you can deliver it and be back before. Cum shot out my cock like it hadn’t done for years. The first blast, unintentionally shot into her mouth, as she pulled away the second into her hair, the third, as she recoiled onto her breasts but the little beauty kept pumping until all my cum was drained.It was my turn to be exhausted, I lay back in the chair as Shayla swallowed the cum that had shot into her mouth. She smacked her lips, getting the first taste of guys cum. She then wiped her hair and looked at the cum that had splatted.