This weekend was supposed to be the best of my life. My husband had rented a room in one of the most luxurious hotels of the city. My husband and I was in the hotel because she had to work. But my plans changed completely. When I arrived, my husband had not left a credit card, so I had to pay cash to be able to stay. And then the receptionist led me into a kind of cabin horrible. It seems that my husband had booked the place dirty. I was so mad because my weekend was ruined. I know that my husband has done it on purpose, so I paid the receptionist to fuck me. Yes, I paid for sex to get back at my husband and it was fantastic.