Customer: Why are they in there? What did they do?
Salesman: They filled out an application.
Customer: Seriously? They actually volunteered to be … you know … I mean … to be in there?
Salesman: In a manner of speaking.
Customer: Wait. You said they filled out an application.
Salesman: Oh, they did. An application for credit to buy an in-home subscription.
Customer: And?
Salesman: They didn’t make their loan payments.
Customer: So, to pay off the loan they are…
Salesman: …working their tails off?
Customer: Is there any way to expedite the process?
Salesman: Certainly, I can set you up with volunteer services right away.
Customer: Oh, not for me. For my husband.
Salesman: Sir?
Customer: He thinks I don’t know that he’s cuck’d me. The SOB is letting every stud in town use his sweet holes except me.
Salesman: We’d just need his signature on an application, Sir.
Customer: Don’t worry. He’s good-looking, has an eight-inch dong, an ass that can stop traffic, and a smile that gets him into any venue he wants. But, never worry, he’s pretty like a swan but smart like a potato. He signs whatever I tell him to sign.
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TWO MONTHs LATER
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Salesman: Sir, you’re back.
Customer: Yes, I want to purchase a unit outright. No loan, no application, I’ll pay cash. And, I want that unit over there.
Salesman: Good choice, Sir. He’s already had dozens of test drives.
Customer: I can tell by the stream of cum running out of his gaping asshole.
Salesman: Yes, Sir. But, he actually showed up for placement with cum running out of his dumper.
Customer: Oh, Lord Penis! My husband has to be the biggest slut on earth.
Salesman: Sir, you cannot purchase a unit to free its internal service unit.
Customer: Oh, I know. I’m buying it as a donation to the homeless shelter.
Salesman: Just desserts, Sir?
Customer: No, no. You misunderstand. This is my husband’s biggest fantasy. It’s impossible for him to get enough cock. He’s a total cumslut.
Salesman: After you’ve completed the purchase, I can have him delivered to the shelter of your choice, Sir.
Customer: Now that we have him settled. 7:00pm tonight at my house.
Salesman: Sir?
Customer: Don’t play coy, I don’t like it. You have my address on the purchase agreement. Be on time, knock on the door stark raving naked and on your knees.
Salesman:
Customer: I already arranged for your delivery to my home tonight while I was with the purchase department.
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Customer: Why are they in there? What did they do?
Salesman: They filled out an application.
Customer: Seriously? They actually volunteered to be … you know … I mean … to be in there?
Salesman: In a manner of speaking.
Customer: Wait. You said they filled out an application.
Salesman: Oh, they did. An application for credit to buy an in-home subscription.
Customer: And?
Salesman: They didn’t make their loan payments.
Customer: So, to pay off the loan they are…
Salesman: …working their tails off?
Customer: Is there any way to expedite the process?
Salesman: Certainly, I can set you up with volunteer services right away.
Customer: Oh, not for me. For my husband.
Salesman: Sir?
Customer: He thinks I don’t know that he’s cuck’d me. The SOB is letting every stud in town use his sweet holes except me.
Salesman: We’d just need his signature on an application, Sir.
Customer: Don’t worry. He’s good-looking, has an eight-inch dong, an ass that can stop traffic, and a smile that gets him into any venue he wants. But, never worry, he’s pretty like a swan but smart like a potato. He signs whatever I tell him to sign.
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TWO MONTHs LATER
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Salesman: Sir, you’re back.
Customer: Yes, I want to purchase a unit outright. No loan, no application, I’ll pay cash. And, I want that unit over there.
Salesman: Good choice, Sir. He’s already had dozens of test drives.
Customer: I can tell by the stream of cum running out of his gaping asshole.
Salesman: Yes, Sir. But, he actually showed up for placement with cum running out of his dumper.
Customer: Oh, Lord Penis! My husband has to be the biggest slut on earth.
Salesman: Sir, you cannot purchase a unit to free its internal service unit.
Customer: Oh, I know. I’m buying it as a donation to the homeless shelter.
Salesman: Just desserts, Sir?
Customer: No, no. You misunderstand. This is my husband’s biggest fantasy. It’s impossible for him to get enough cock. He’s a total cumslut.
Salesman: After you’ve completed the purchase, I can have him delivered to the shelter of your choice, Sir.
Customer: Now that we have him settled. 7:00pm tonight at my house.
Salesman: Sir?
Customer: Don’t play coy, I don’t like it. You have my address on the purchase agreement. Be on time, knock on the door stark raving naked and on your knees.
Salesman:
Customer: I already arranged for your delivery to my home tonight while I was with the purchase department.
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I like it!