Father MacCulley enters the hotel elevator behind the woman and three kids. "Which floor he asks the lady."

"Number three" she replies. "Are you staying here in the hotel?" she adds.

"Yes," replies Mac smiling at the two oldest children, a cute girl and boy, standing on either side of her. A baby, about a year old, is in her arms clad in a pink dress. "You have lovely children," Mac says as he eyes the girl even closer. She's a little dark eyed beauty wearing a jade green dress and black Mary Janes.

"Thank you, Father" she beams. Then she continues, "this is my son Eric and my two daughters Anna and Lizzie."

"They are beautiful little children...May I ask their ages?"

"Of course, Eric is twelve and Anna is eight. The little one here is just nine months."

Excited, Mac pulls the stone from his pocket and hands it to the mother. "Can you tell me anything about this?" he asks.

The woman takes it and studies it closely.

Mac watches her. Waiting. The first sign is her eyes. The vacant stare. Then the slackness of her body.

Mac steps closer. "Here, you better let me take Lizzie."

She nods, hands her baby girl to the priest. "I...I feel strange."

"You'll be okay." He leans close to her ear. "I'm going to suck your little girls' pussies...You don't mind, do you?"

She leans into him. "No father...You can do anything you want to them."

The elevator door opens.

Carrying Lizzie, Mac follows the woman and two children into their room. Actually, it's an apartment, one of only five in the Israeli hotel. Beneath the child's pink dress, Mac's finger has already wormed it's way under her clean pamper and is gently enjoying the slick baby pussy hidden there. Once inside and the door securely fastened Mac withdraws his finger and hands the little baby to the woman. As he does he places his nasty finger beneath the woman's nose, making sure the fishy smell invades her senses.

"Are you familiar with that aroma?" he asks the Jewish woman.

"Yes...It is pussy." she replies a faint smile playing on her lips. The stone has full control of her now and sex is the only thing on her mind.

"Where is your husband?"

"He is away in another city...He won't return for three days."

"Good...Does he fuck you?"

"Of course."

"And do you enjoy it?"

She shrugs. "It's okay."

"But you've had better?"

She smiles. "Oh yes...Much better."

"Tell me your name."

"Mary."

He turns to the two gawking children...Pulls the stone from his pocket and hands it to Anna.

"I want you to look at this then give it to your brother, understand?" The girl nods.

"Tell me Mary, when you were a little girl, did anyone ever touch you?"

"Touch me?"

"Yes" Mac lifts the front of her skirt until her white bikini panties are exposed. He presses his hand to the crotch. Finds the narrow band of cotton soaked with her juices. "Did anyone ever play with your little girl pussy, Mary? Did someone tickle it for you?"

Their's a pause as she remembers. "Yes, one time in daddy's car driving home from the movies...It was night...So dark in the backseat where I was sitting in Mr. Goldberg's lap...I was just five...There was a cover on us...I think mama's heavy coat..I was so sleepy...Then I feel his hand push down into my panties...His finger probing and rubbing my little pussy...Until it settles on my little clitoris...Oh the tickle is wonderful...He just rubs and rubs...The car smells like pussy, but no one seems to notice...I just want him to keep doing it because it feels better than anything I've ever felt before...Then he makes me cum...My first time...I thought I would pee...But still he keeps doing it until we are home and I'm so weak daddy has to carry me to my room."

"And you didn't tell?"

"Oh no...I knew he wasn't suppose to touch in my panties but it had felt so good...I didn't tell because I didn't want him to get in trouble...And I hoped he would do it again."

"Don't you want to watch me do all those things to your little daughters, Mary? Don't you want me to make little Anna's pussy tingle like yours did that night?"

"Oh yes! Please make it really good for her."

And that is exactly what Mac intends to do.