Neither our small-town theater nor my life would ever be the same. I will rely on cliché, as there is no other way to accurately describe the moment ...— her presence simply electrified the crowd. She was the unknown in the crowd, but had no hesitation as she greeted one and all with her huge dazzling smile and a firm handshake. She came up to me and said her name, reaching for my hand. I responded with my name and she stopped- almost froze- and stared into my eyes. ‘Oh my God, do you feel that?’. I reached down and placed my hand over her wet pussy and she pushed her pussy into my hand. She also moaned a little and closed her eyes.I could tell that this was going to go quickly so instead of wasting time jerking my beautiful cousin off I choose instead to pull her panties off of her. She didn’t protest.Eileen’s pussy was a shaved piece of art work and I wasted no time looking. Instead I slid my head between her legs and forcing my tongue to lay flat against her crotch I gave her some. A large white cock came through the hole. N giggled at the sight. Unlike the theater where the guys were in control this was her game. She could do what she wanted. Suck it, jerk it off, play with it until climax or send it back and get a new one. She smiled as she teased the underside of the cock with her tongue and lightly touched the balls. As she swallowed the prick, moans and groans came from the other booth. It wasn’t long before it stiffened, jerked and spouted a large amount of. But he didn’t. He kept on hurting her, forcing her to perform acts that she had not even heard of in her sheltered upbringing back in Poland. Sore she moved her legs, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the pain shot through her bruised and tender groin and bottom where the horrible man had taken her virginity with a viciousness that had her screaming out in agony. Closing her eyes she prayed for help. For if help didn’t come soon she believed she would die in this room, a slow.