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Recruiting fresh young meat

... as she fumbled with the key, hoping the noise wouldn't affect the 'training' Wendy had received. With a small creak the door opened and Helen stepped inside, turned, and locked the door behind her. She looked to the wall at the side to make sure a poster had been placed over the two-way mirror the other guests would normally use to view proceedings as they fondled themselves or each other as the mood took them.

Satisfied that she was alone Helen looked at the young girl apparently reading a book and her breath caught in her throat as, for an instant, she thought it really was her niece. Kalin had made her that offer, but the quarter of a million-price tag, not to mention her sense of decency had prevented her from accepting, not that she hadn't given it plenty of thought.

Helen licked her lips and tried to steady her voice as she said to the young vision sitting on the bed seemingly unaware of Helen's presence. "Hello, Angie."

Slowly Angie lifted her large pretty eyes and looked towards Helen. "You're my Aunty Helen." Angie said and Helen was about to reply when Angie continued. "I'm staying at your house while my Mommy goes to a convention. I'm reading a book before bedtime and you have come to kiss me goodnight like you always do when I stay with you."

The words were pronounced without emotion, like someone reading the back of a cereal packet and Helen wondered if she had done the right thing, she wanted a night with her innocent little niece not an automaton. ...

... But she waited a little while knowing that sometimes it took a while for the new character to kick in.

She didn't have to wait long before Angie's perfect slack face tightened into a smile as she said "Hello Aunty Helen. Is it bedtime already."

Helen breathed a sigh of relief and said "Yes, honey. Time to put the book down and go to sleep."

"Will you kiss me goodnight first?" Angie asked and Helen felt her heart flip.

Taking the book from Angie, Helen turned down the bed as Angie pulled her knees up to her chin. Helen patted the bed and said. "Come on sweetheart, lie down and let aunty Helen tuck you in."

As Angie stretched out her legs once more and wriggled her bum down the bed until just her shoulders and head were propped up on the pillows, Helen caught a glimpse of downy pubic hair through the open fly of the silky pajama bottoms. She lifted the sheet and placed it over Angie's legs about halfway up her thighs before she sat on the edge of the bed, her weight pressing down on the sheet, pinning Angie's legs, stopping her moving.

"Do you like the pajamas I bought you?" Helen asked.

"They're very nice, thank you, Aunty Helen." Angie said, a slight apprehension sounding in her voice. "I don't think Mommy would like them though. Can I leave them here so I can wear them just for you."

It was all Helen could do to stop herself jumping on the young girl there and then but she somehow managed to control herself, saying as she brushed a loose lock of hair ...