Home Sweet Hell Page #2

Not a day care.

I'm sure she has a babysitter.

At least she's not Mexican.

Wow, look at them big old titties.

Yeah.

I bet she keeps it trim for daddy,

doesn't she.

This place...

So we're gonna get rid of all this.

I'm gonna just give it away.

- Well, don't give it away.

- Give it away!

Hi. Les. How are you?

You have beautiful eyes.

You know, this leather is real Italian...

Same color as your eyes. Look at that.

Very comfortable. Very beautiful...

I see you guys eyeing this bad boy.

Let's take it for a ride.

That is a bad boy. All three of them.

- She's gonna take care of you.

- Okay.

How you doing? I'm Don. I'm the owner.

Let me know if you need any help.

Hi. Welcome.

Champagne Furniture and Rugs.

How are you? Pleasure's all mine.

- Hey, guys. Okay. Put that in the back.

- In the back?

- By the black, round coffee table.

- You got it.

Looking good, looking good.

She must have a little harlot in her

in a dress like that, huh?

You're just saying that

because she's pretty.

You think she's pretty?

I think she's what I need on the floor.

Of the showroom. Selling furniture.

Would you like to meet her?

No,

No, I want to keep some boundaries

between the power and the help.

- Good decision.

- Yeah.

- Back on the floor I go.

- All right.

- You look great.

- Thank you.

- Hey.

- Impressive day.

Red Tag Sales always are.

I think you're doing a great job.

Daddy does too.

You know how I love his approval.

You've come such a long way

from being a used car salesman.

Thank you.

I guess.

Want a hand job?

Oh, yeah.

What are you doing?

I accept your offer.

No, Don, not here.

At home.

I've already put it on the schedule.

Why not here? Mona, we're married.

We are supposed to be a little kinky.

We're supposed to have sex

more than six times a year!

Well, if you wouldn't pressure me...

I am a man, Mona! I have needs!

You obviously do not!

I was trying to be sweet.

Don't come home.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Oh, yeah...

I heard your little fight last night.

Dusty?

What are you...?

You deserve better.

- I do?

- It's not fair.

No, it's not.

Thank you for taking a chance on me.

Oh, okay.

No. No, no, no...

Okay. No, no, no... Oh, no!

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Oh, no...

I just touched myself in the bathroom

until I came...

...just thinking about your big, bulging...

- Sorry for the interruption.

- Not at all.

Cock.

- Donny.

- Yeah?

- How about putting some tunes on?

- Sure.

God.

- She's cute...

- Stop. I need you to work.

Donny?

What?

No, no, no. Dusty, we can't do this.

- Why? Everyone's at lunch.

- No, because this is wrong.

- I want this, and you need this.

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