If it’s Friday night and I have you rent me a suite, buy me a sexy outfit, and ask for your credit card, chances are I’m going to get my brains fucked out, and definitely not by you. Your only job is to follow me and watch while I spend your money getting hit on by different potential boy toys to bring back to the suite and fuck. I don’t even want you too close because I don’t want anybody thinking you and I are together, so keep your distance as you watch me flirt with hot men until I find Mr. Right. When I find him, you can follow us back to the suite you paid for, but you won’t be cumming inside like he will with your wife. Jaja. Once I put the do not disturb sign on the door, your place is behind it, but don’t worry, you’ll still hear me getting my brains fucked out. Try not to get caught stroking your little cock in the hallway. I need you to pay for our breakfast in the morning before he fucks me good-bye. Let’s get our night started on your tab.