Oh fuck !!!
Man, that is one of the funniest times.
I kicked Chad out of the room at 9.30am (very considerate) as I had one of the K5 girls giving me a freebie after she finished work.
Chad was unhappy. I did not give a shit, I was getting some free.
2 nights later, Chad wakes me up, 1.30am in the morning (yes, I know EARLY for ToyBoy but I was rather ill actually).
ToyBoy was NOT HAPPY AT ALL.
I was screaming and yelling and throwing shit and grabbed a doon and pillow and headed for the door to go sleep in the lounge of the suite apartment we were in.
As I barged out the door, there was this overdressed rentboy, Chad's little toy for the evening.
He looked at me as I charged by and his eyes said just one thing to me.....
Oh my, the husband's not happy
