Scott had never seen women as built as these were. As the announcer called their names, the women stepped to the front and posed for the audience and ...udges. There were many calls of support from the assembled watchers and the atmosphere beckoned to Scott's inner impulses.One woman, in particular, caught his attention. The announcer had said that her name was Sara. Her brown eyes shown with an inner peace and happiness that made Scott feel a connection with her. He hoped he would see her. Each time one of the big cats died, the lion tamer made a trip to collect a new animal by himself.Larry had said the causes of the big cats deaths had been listed as 'undetermined' so I decided to pay the circus veterinarian a visit.Scott Burrage, everyone called him 'Doc', had been the circus vet for eleven years. I listened to several anecdotes about the animals, and then asked him about the rash of deaths among the big cats. He'd examined the corpses, found nothing observably wrong, wrote. The very last procedurefor today was the application of the dyes to the skin, a similar processto tattooing, it was not so invasive as needles, but whilst it wouldlast a few months it would eventually fade requiring reapplication oreventual full tattooing, which he didn't really favour on the soft skin.Using a deep red dye he carefully coloured Peters now thickened lips,gently sculpting the shape like the first class cosmetics professionalthat he was, when he was satisfied he took a light blue. He dropped to his knees between Betty's spread legs hurriedly beginning to lick her wet slit.She may have been angry but she was also very worked up. It only took a dozen licks on the woman's swollen clit before her legs locked and squeezed the boy's head as she went wild in her throws of orgasmic pleasure."Stand up and look away from me Willy."Her son obeyed her, afraid to earn more of her ire. Thwack! Betty had picked up the tawse and struck the boy's naked bottom with a powerful swing of the.