He was a pedophile! He liked young kids! This knowledge would have devastated him this morning. Now, his whole life was changing. No! Had changed! Forever. What had happened in Ralph's consulting room had shown him who he was - and what he wanted. His belly churned with excitement and he glanced back at the package on the seat. To know he was not the only one - that Ralph and about a dozen others in the valley had similar desires was very comforting - especially knowing of the protection they enjoyed. And to know that little Angela was just one of a much larger group of children available to him was highly exciting.

He pulled into the driveway of his house, realising that its size and position, the security and privacy he and Helen had setup when they had first acquired the land, were now working really into his favour. He was thankful now that Helen had settled for the large sum of cash so she could start elsewhere in the country after their divorce, and had not claimed the property, leaving that to him. He shut down the motor, picked up the parcel and went into the house, checking all the security panel lights as he entered the front door to ensure everything was as it should be. He was too excited to eat and went immediately through the expansive entranceway into his study, settling into his soft leather chair and looking at the parcel in his hands. This was it! With trembling fingers he began undoing the ribbon around the album.

The album was covered in a rich, red leather and was designed so pages could be added or removed. It was very heavy. Terry's fingers shook as he opened the cover, not knowing what to expect. His eyes ran down the page of writing on the first page, seeing it was a list of procedures for using the book, some phone numbers, codes and the like. A note in large print at the top of the page caught his attention. It was his member number. Ralph had told him he had to use that number whenever he ordered a child. It stood out on the page like a beacon! It was the key to his future pleasure. He stared at it, committing it to memory as Ralph had suggested. Then he turned the page.

A little girl looked back at him. She was of asian appearance and about seven years old, Terry guessed. She had a beautiful face, her almond-shaped eyes dark and sultry, her lips were full, her bottom lip caught beneath her teeth as though she was a little apprehensive. She was wearing a pair of bikinis, her slender body honey coloured and Terry's eyes focussed on the areas covered by the thin strips of cloth. The little girl had one hand near her right nipple as though going to hide the little bump visible on the material. Her other hand was on her lower belly, her fingers just above the V of her bikini bottoms, which was full and plump. There was just the hint of the little girl's slit between her legs. Terry felt himself stiffening as he looked at her. And she was just the first!

On the opposite page were details about the youngster and Terry read it: 'Sue-Lin, age seven. New to group. Lovely temperament, being nicely trained by F43. Originally from Vietnam but speaks good English. Willing to do most things, but still a little inexperienced and hesitant. Those who like this will find her very attractive. Enjoys both men and women, but not keen on other children. Better to have by herself.' Terry felt his heart racing. It was really true, he thought. Here was a little girl he could arrange to have for a night or a weekend and whose only role was to please him. He slowly turned the page.

Another little girl looked back at him. This one was about the same age as Sue-Lin, but was a curly-haired, big eyed white child. She was staring at the camera, her eyes wide and her mouth coming open as though in surprise. She was wearing just a pair of lace panties and Terry's eyes stared at her tiny nipples faintly visible on her flat chest. He saw her tummy was slightly rounded, like most little girls, then realised he could see the faint outline of the youngster's sex through her panties. Her hands were coming up as though to hide herself but the camera had caught them away from her body. He drew his eyes across to the other page: 'Sam, age six. Only new to the group. Still very shy and being gently trained by F20. If you like them to require detailed direction, Sam is for you. She will respond to both men and women, but only if alone and by herself. Will do most things if directed. She will improve with time and training.' Terry looked back at the picture and imagined her in his house. He turned to the next.

It was a little boy this time. Another asian child, looking the same age and with the same dark almond eyes and full lips of Sue-Lin. It could have been her twin brother, he thought, his eyes wandering over the boy's almost nude body. He was wearing the tiniest of g-strings, a small pouch that just enclosed his genitals. His body was smooth and slender, his skin the same honey-colour of Sue-Lin. He looked at the camera with the same apprehension Terry had seen on the other girl's face. Terry had never had sex with a boy - had never considered it before, in fact.

Now, looking at the picture in front of him, he realised he was going to do it. He found the boy attractive and the thought exciting. He looked at the facing page: 'Nguyen. Age seven. New to group from Vietnam. Being trained by M14. Enjoys both men and women, but by themselves and alone. He will participate with his twin but not other children at this time. Reluctant to be butt-fucked but will participate if coaxed gently. Speaks good English and is sure to develop well under M14's guidance.' Terry wondered what 'trained by' meant? Ralph said the kids were either the children of the other members, or wards of the state fostered by members. Maybe that was what 'trained by' meant, living with and being introduced to activities by the older family members. That would be something he would like to do, he thought. It was something he would ask Ralph about later. He turned his attention on to the next page......(cont)