The path I traveled was dimly lit and framed by trees that looked like gnarled fingers. Ahead I could see a ticket booth. This is a dream. This does n...t make sense. I thought to myself. I neared the booth and peered inside. It was wrapped in a thin coat of dust. Out of a fog I could see a metal gate. Inscribed upon the gate were the words, Der Zirkus der Nacht. The gate creaked open from a sudden burst of wind. With the wind came the scent of candy apples and popcorn. I could see the carnival. He looked down as I suggested. “You fucking dirty bitch! That looks awesome!” He gasped “A slut with a shaved pussy and wearing sexy stockings!” Repeating the previous week, he turned me around so as my back was to him. My ass nestled into his crotch as I began to slowly gyrate my hips, pushing my exposed buttocks toward his cock. His hands smoothed up my front and shamelessly played with my large tits, right in the middle of the packed dance floor. My buttocks were applying pressure to his. The clearing was bathed in warm sunshine and the man spread the blanket on the ground. He started unbuttoning Debby's blouse."Beautiful," he said, spreading Debby's blouse open and exposing her tits. "Ripe young melons."He felt and jiggled her tits with rough-skinned hands. He leaned over and sucked one of Debby's nipples.Debby's eyes rolled back. Her legs shook."Oh!" Her cunt did flip-flops inside.The man laughed. "Sensitive little beauty, ain't you?"He pulled her blouse off and tossed it on. If we put the question in terms offairness, I think he?ll vote with us.?Humphreys thought for a moment. ?I believe you?re right. And onceRupe?s got the gavel, we can start on our _real_ plan. ?* * * * *Kirby Pinter walked into the Saloon. He glanced around before heheaded over to intercept Nancy on her way back to the bar. ?Goodevening, Miss Osbourne.??Mr. Pinter,? she said, not a little surprised, ?what brings you inhere tonight???I wanted to talk to you, if I may.??Pick out a chair, and.