"Uh-huh," he gulped.

He continued flutter-stroking her ass with one hand, and the other hand slipped and slid against her pantied cunt.

"You've really got a big boner on, sir," she whispered.

"I know," he gulped.

"Did you want me to feel it?"

"Yes."

Missy reached out and rolled her palm against the bending, throbbing cock stalk.

"Like this?" she asked.

"Oh, sweetie!" he chirped hotly. Missy was amazed at the length of Mr.

Sexton's prick. She slid her hand along the hard cock stalk that curled out like a ring of bologna against his slacks. Her heart thumped, and a swooping feeling of giddiness gripped her.

"We shouldn't be doin' this, sir. You're Janet's daddy, and she's my friend."

He answered her by rubbing faster and harder on her wet panties, feeling her cunt through the pink nylon.

She gripped his cock.

"Oh, oh," he mumbled.

"I don't know what you're gonna do for me, sir, but I can tell you what I need."

"What?" he gasped.

"I need some money to go shopping at the mall tomorrow."

"Yes, yes of course. You shall have it. Is a hundred dollars all right?"

"I guess so," Missy said, unzipping his fly. He used his free hand to produce his wallet, and handed the money to her.

"Take what you need," he whispered.

She left his fly open and took a stack of big bills out of his billfold. She put it on a desk, then reached into his fly. She got hold of his cock, but the stalk was too big to pullout. She unbuttoned his slacks and opened them. He had on a pair of tight jockey shorts. His cock stuck up over the waist band, and throbbed like a steam pipe against his belly.

"Whew, jeez!" She whistled.

He stripped his shorts down. His huge prick popped out.

"Whooooo!" Missy sucked in her breath in amazement at the immense prick.

He reached out again and lifted up the hem of her black miniskirt, ruffled it up on her hips. He stuck his hand between her legs and rubbed her cunt through the pink panties.