She sucked it delicately, longingly, reveling in the moment she had waited for for so long. She was on her knees sucking some stranger's cock in a pub...ic XXX movie theater. She was living out her fantasy.My fear rose to near-panic as I watched her do this. I couldn't believe she was actually going through with it! I felt my heart break a little as the man moaned, obviously loving the sucking treatment he was receiving from this asian bombshell. How could my Cindy do this? Could I ever forgive. I could get a job out of this berg, and write my own ticket. I could work as a Washington correspondent for public radio, be a political analyst for one of the networks, or even host my own commentary program. The sky was the limit. That's what I liked about my job. Sure, it was nowhere, but it had potential. And I was my own boss. I was the news reporter for a small town, 1000-watt radio station. And I had delusions of grandeur. No Les Nesman here. I was going to be the next Murrow, the next. It was a peculiar noise. What on earth were they doing? Curiosity conquering fear, Seren tiptoed towards the source of the merriment. Her pulse quickened with every step and her hands quivered. She halted short of the doorway, staying out of sight as she peeped inside. “Oh my goodness!” The statue in the pond had given fair warning as to the nature of the ‘parties’ thrown at this house, but seeing it with her own eyes, hearing it, smelling it, was something her imagination could never have. Ten minutes later we were heading down the motorway in Lisa’s Golf, found the market OK and had a stroll around the stalls for a couple of hours. “Pub lunch or picnic?” Lisa enquired as we dumped our purchases in the back of her car. “You sure we got enough for a picnic” I laughed looking at the pile of cheese and home-made pastries and cakes we’d just bought. In the end we spotted a quaint roadside pub and had a cracking Sunday lunch sat in their lovely little beer garden and Lisa then drove.