The nature of their work meant that they both pulled down an excellent wage package but the downside was that they simply didn't get to see much of each other. When they did, it was usually for a hurried lunch or a quick fuck somewhere. Both had a heavy sex drive but because of their careers, they had postponed starting a family.

Carole was tall and slender with a toned and firm body. She never seemed to get time to visit the gym on a regular basis but the nature of her work, always rushing from place to place, kept her fit. She was 5 foot 8 inches tall with a 34B-24-34 figure, and a high-cheek boned face framed a pair of smouldering sexy dark eyes. Her shoulder length coal black hair framed her face and was the only hair on her body. She wore smart and expensive designer suites to the office and was always immaculately dressed. Her working colleagues would have been shocked however if they had seen some of the outfits that were in her wardrobe and worn only for her husbands pleasure.

Jason was as lean as his wife. In college he had been one of the stars of the running team and still regularly exercised with a 10 or 12 mile run. He was exactly 6 foot tall with dark blonde hair and a finely chiselled face that always seemed to be smiling.

Two or three times a year, the Gibson's took a foreign vacation. They explained to all their friends, that this time was necessary to make up for the demands that their careers took on their time together, but the main reason was to let them indulge in another common interest.

Carole and Jason Gibson were paedophiles, and they loved young girls. The younger the better!

None of their friends had the slightest inclination that the Gibson's were perverts. Neither Carole nor Jason ever made any attempt to contact other paedophiles and never downloaded anything from the Internet that could have been considered obscene.

They were content with Carole dressing up in pigtails and little girl outfits to let them act out their fantasies and they waited patiently until vacation time when they would jet off to the far east.

They were sitting in the bedroom of their hotel in Bangkok, working their way through the mini bar. They had arrived in the early hours of the morning and spent most of the day sleeping in their air-conditioned room before rousing themselves to go out at night.

"How young do you think we'll get tonight?" Carole asked as she raised the miniature bottle of vodka to her lips and swallowed the fiery liquid.

"As young as you want honey," her husband replied with a grin. "Although probably not any younger that that baby you tongue fucked the last time we were here."

"Oh God, do you remember that?" Carole groaned with her eyes shining. "That was hot." ......(cont)