Pastor Jacob appeared to take baptism very seriously, and often preached the idea that at least one week of private prayer and preparation in his rectory was a prerequisite for the proper baptism of any child. During the particular week that a child was preparing, he or she stayed almost exclusively with the pastor. Indeed, he had gained that much trust within his community. Not a single person questioned his beliefs or methods of private prayer and worship within his devoted congregation. He had a strong following of devoted worshipers who swooned and applauded his every sermon. Indeed, he was a master communicator in addition to being a good listener.

Infants and toddlers were different. They were considered too young to stay in the rectory for a full week. Therefore, Pastor Jacob insisted on only a few hours a day with them. No one suspected what really went on in the privacy of Pastor Jacob's rectory. And Pastor Jacob made sure that no one knew or had any evidence to the contrary of what actually took place during his “prayer and preparation” sessions. Pastor Jacob's church was located in the heart of America in one of the Bible Belt states. The state was rife with conservative Christian fundamentalists. Most of the towns folk were poor, ignorant, and easily led to believe almost anything that included the lord's name and the phrase “Amen” in it. Pastor Jacob had chosen this small town exactly for this reason. He could get away with anything here – provided he built up a cache of trust and was a wizard with words. It took him nearly twenty years of community service and thoughtful preaching, but he eventually made believers out of the townsfolk. And now they trusted him - not only with their hearts and souls, but with their precious children as well.

Pastor Jacob was quite careful and actually fond of easing any doubts the parents might have had with regard to his rectory. He would invite teenage and adult couples experiencing dating and marital problems over for private worship and counseling. He often used the opportunity to show the parents around his private rectory. He would show them the books and prayer methods he used for small children preparing for baptism. He would show them the small nursery room he had built for infants and toddlers that spent only a few hours in his presence. And most importantly, he would show them his credentials as a renowned pastor and all the framed letters of respect and gratitude the townsfolk had bestowed upon him over his many years of public service within the small minded community. The parents and adult couples ate it right up. No one suspected that pastor Jacob was a sick child molester who liked abusing little kids – the younger the better! Indeed, all was well with Pastor Jacob, and this would probably be the case for the rest of his sick and disgusting existence.

Gradually, Paster Jacob had taken a keen interest in the youngest children in the church. In recent years, he had passed on the baptism duties of older children to his assistants within his inner circle. Older children no longer “did it” for him. He wanted much younger meat. Nowadays, he preferred little girls and boys who hadn't learned to talk yet. He preferred toddlers! Tiny girls with little cotton t-shirts with flowers and butterflies on them, cute disposable diapers, and little bobby socks and black saddle shoes. He enjoyed the ones with little pink party dresses and adorable powder white stockings. He also liked little boys with tiny overhauls and little Winnie the Pooh underwear. He liked the baby blue trim on their cute little diapers and all the sweet little babbles they had to offer him. Pastor Jacob liked it when little girls giggled and cooed while he “played” with them. The sweet innocent smells of child breath and baby powder made his elderly cock twitch and stand up erect every time. ......(cont)