Betsy was the prettiest little girl the pastor had ever lay his eyes on. She had short blonde hair that had been adorned with cute little ribbons and the sweetest little outfit composed of a pink T-shirt with the words 'Sweet Little Thing' emblazoned on the front. Down below she had on a nice pair of matching pink pajama pants concealing her shameful toddler necessity and an adorable pair of furry slippers. Mr. Jones felt like the luckiest man alive right now. Betsy's parents had entrusted her to him while they were away on a business trip for the weekend. It was Saturday evening and the pastor had taken the little girl with him to his church to watch over her while he prepared his Sunday sermon for the next day's gathering.

"Betsy's just the sweetest little girl aren't you Betsy?" he continued as he led her slowly down the long hallway filled with kids drawings and decorations.

Mr. Jones was a pedophile of the worst sort. He had conveniently become a pastor in order to grow close to the community and satisfy his insatiable desire for toddlers - especially baby girls. Little Betsy was now at the ripe age of two and still learning how to talk.

Mr. Jones' cock grew huge as he stared down at the stupid little toddler holding his hand. He looked at her cute pajama pants and imagined the sweet little treasures that awaited underneath. He could hear her diaper make a rattling raspy noise as she walked. Mr. Jones made sure that all the doors to the church were locked so no one would get curious about some of the lights being on and try to come in. Now he had cute little Betsy all to himself and there was no limit to the endless erotic possibilities he had stored away in his evil mind for her. Finally he reached the nursery room door and opened it - leading the dumb little girl inside. He pulled down all the shades and turned on the lights. The room was filled with small toys, a rocking chair, several small shelves, a hobby horse, and a changing table with a clean white mattress on it and child restraint straps. Some babies didn't like being changed - often struggling resulting in the need to be strapped down. Little Betsy was familiar with this room because this was where she resided during Sunday church service with other children her age. Now however, she felt a little strange being the only child in the room with only the pastor being present. She had never been alone in the nursery room with a grown man. There was always a grown 'nanny' in there to take care of her wants and needs just like her mommy.

Mr. Jones sensed her uncertainty and got down on his knees so that his face was nearly level with Betsy's.

"Now Betsy we're going to have lots of fun tonight." he said tenderly. "We're going to play some really sweet games - you like sweet games don't you Betsy darlin?".....(cont)