“DISMOUNT!” I barked.He stopped and quickly stood erect on his knees ... sweating profusely, with his hard cock still stuffed halfway in the wife�...�s pussy ... its thick dorsal vein throbbing atop the slick exposed portion of his shaft.“Thatta boy ... thatta boy,” I praised while stroking his sweat-soaked head. From between his legs, the black leash snaked its way from his bound scrotum, across my wife’s taut belly, between her heaving breasts, up to her beautifully-ensnared neck.“You finished. She locked herself in a stall, pulled down her jeans and panties, and prepared to scratch the itch.To her utter and complete shock, when she slid her finger inside herself, she hit something. Something hard. Something hard was in her pussy, her cunt. Something was up inside her cunt. She gasped for breath, her heart in her throat. What the fuck was this? she thought. She scrabbled on it, almost pushing it deeper, wondering how to get it out. There seemed to be no way. She finally pulled her. He made no attempt to cover himself, and I was glad for that. Nothing like modesty to prevent a mood from developing. I admit his cock and balls (about 4") were getting to me. Since we were alone in my condo, I figured we had some latitude for play. I decided to feel him out, in a figurative sense. I did my own cleaning of him, and ensured he got full attention. As I washed beyond the wound areas, my cloth-covered hand crept closer to his crotch. He didn't flinch when I reached his genital. He was her dealer, not just one of three qualified pharmacists dispensing only standard medication, but under the counter issues not to be recorded, served with a smile, a wink and invariably a quick shag against the counter. Being the manager of the huge retail outfit’s suburban outlet, he had become known to the redoubtable Ella Ringrow when attending a community rally and impressing her with his rich, tuneful voice during an anthem.He had been initially attracted by her slender tall physique.