They finally broke the kiss, both trembling. Mr. Madison went back to his desk, took a checkbook, scribbled off a check and handed it to Sue. She looked at it. One thousand dollars.

"You take this in the morning call a broker, a stockbroker, and buy five hundred shares of Theta Nuclear. It's selling at two dollars a share. You hold it until I tell you to call."

Then he took her to him again, lifted her cheerleading skirt, pulled the pleats high. His hand slipped between her legs. He rubbed her cunt.

"Ooooh, that feels so nice," he whispered.

His hand slid lovingly in and out. Sue creamed in her bloomers. The thick pussy juice seeped through the black nylon, oozing onto Mr. Madison's fingers.

"You can put your hand in my panties if you wanna, sir," Sue whispered.

"Oh, yes, indeed," he said, then dipped deep into Sue's pants, his fingers weaving through the thick carpet of rich, brown cunny curls.

Her skirt was high. He held it up with one hand, while his other hand explored the deep warmth of her panties. He slicked a finger into her lovely cunny-now slick, juicy, creamy.

His cock pushed out a spike in his tight gray slacks.

"And you can unzip my pants and put your hand in if you like, too," he whispered hotly.

Sue unzipped his fly, reached in and found his hard prick. She pulled it out.

"Ah, ooof!" she gulped.

His cock was incredibly handsome, like the man himself-special. The stalk was hard, very smooth. The big throbbing prick looked like a long, beautifully caned piece of ivory with a big red head.

Sue couldn't believe the length, the hardness. She looked down at the lovely cock. Then she grasped it in her hand.

"Oooh," she sighed, amazed at how hard, how smooth his prick was.

His cock throbbed in her hand, a full eleven inches of big prick.