I licked my lips and moaned, but didn't dare try to touch them yet. I had to wait for Master Tyler's word. "As most of you already know, this has been...sort of the tradition of poker night," Master Tyler went on. "We pick a 'special girl' and give him the works. It's often the event that is most fun and, as a consequence, it is just as often the most popular. It has certainly always been my favorite. It's a time of reconciling, a time when we all get to show an ex-peer just how important he is. “Wait!” he yelled after her. “I just want to talk.” “Save it.” Jason was desperate. He needed to keep her here so he said something he knew would stop her in her tracks. “I saw you crying as you ran away.” It worked. “Wh-What?” “You were crying.” He dared to take a step closer to her. “Why were you so upset?” Jason expected anger or hatred. He definitely didn’t expect her to burst into tears. She buried her face in his chest. Shocked, all he could think to do was wrap his arms around her. “It’s. But now the thought going through my mind was this is not the first time this woman has sucked cock. She definitely knew what she was doing.All the years I had been married, my late wife had always refused to suck my cock. She thought oral sex was dirty. She was devoutly religious and I always thought it was because of her religious upbringing. My wife loved fucking and never refused me that pleasure, but would not suck cock.Over our married years, I had sought out both women and men to suck. Time went on and, although I still had absolutely no proof, my suspicions deepened. Her moods were getting worse and we hadn't made love in over three weeks. I was getting pissed!Our twelfth anniversary was coming up and I wanted to go out and have some fun. It had been a long time since Linda and I had gone out for a night of dinner and dancing and I was ready.Linda also seemed to be up for it and I had high hopes of a fun night out, and an even more fun night once we got home. We arranged for.