“First I take a look at you!” Mollie grinned. “Mmm!” She smacked her lips comically as she circled the naked young pair, looking their sweet and delicious young bodies up and down. “Maybe it’s because it’s nearly mum lunch time but I could just gobble you both up right here!” The girls giggled but looked proud. “I know you want to be sold together but I need to fill in separate forms for you.” The girls nodded and watched as she went over to the computer terminal and opened two new forms, filling in their basic information. “Right!” She smiled. “Who first?”

“I’m the oldest!” Jessica announced proudly. “So I get to go first!”

“No, I should go first!” Marcia retorted. “I’m the youngest!”

“That means you should wait and let me go first!” Jessica told her crossly. Seeing that the situation could very quickly get out of hand, Mollie reached into her pocket and pulled out a coin.

“Here’s an idea!” she spoke loudly, cutting through the arguing, and both girls stopped to look at her. “I’m going to toss this coin,” she held it up, “heads, Jessica goes first. Tails, Marcia, okay?” Both girls squinted a little and Marcia opened and closed her mouth a few times as if trying to think of a way this was unfair that she could complain about but unable to settle on any that were convincing enough to vocalise. After a moment or two, they both nodded mutely. Mollie flipped the coin up into their air and caught it before turning it onto the back of her other hand. “Tails it is!” she announced. “Marcia, stay where you are, please. Jessica, come and have a seat over here with your mum.” Looking a little annoyed but accepting the ruling of the coin, the pre-teen skulked over to the chairs and sat down next to her mum, on the opposite side from the pile of clothes.

“Now I need to feel you to check the quality of your meat.” Mollie explained to the nine year old. “Please hold out your arm.” She did as she was told and Mollie felt it at various points along its length, then she felt the young girl’s chest, tummy and back, keeping a mental note of the scores just as she had done with Carl, ready to fill in all together at the end. Even before reaching her rump and thighs, the experienced caterer knew that the little girl was ideal meat – stocky in build, thick in all the right places and nearly all firm muscle which made for good, lean meat with just enough cute puppy-fat for marbling and flavour. As with many of the volunteers she had graded in the past, but especially the young girls, it felt that if Marcia were not to be eaten, it would be a terrible waste! Having confirmed her assumption about her thighs, Mollie took her time feeling Marcia’s meaty rump before reaching for a single glove and slipping it on.

“I need to feel inside you now,” Mollie explained, kneeling down with the tips of her fingers resting lightly over Marcia’s plump slit, making her intended meaning clear, “is that okay?” The young girl nodded, the expression on her face a mix of excitement and nerves. “Okay,” Mollie smiled, speaking in a soft, soothing voice, “move your feet a little further apart for me.” Marcia obliged and Mollie slipped her fingers between her legs, seeking and finding her tight but apparently eager opening. With younger girls, she often started with just one finger but with Marcia, given how well-lubricated she seemed to be, she was confident she could go straight in with two. The eager meat-girls eyes went wide and she gave a slight moan as Mollie slipped her fingers all the way up inside her. Jessica squirmed in her chair as she watched, gripping the edges of the seat tightly, clearly imagining herself in her sister’s position and incredibly eager to get to her turn.

No resistance, Mollie noticed as her fingers moved effortlessly up inside the tight passage. She knew the hymen was practically a myth anyway, with many girls losing theirs from riding their bike or simply doing stretches and some were born with barely anything at all. Still, it was nice to feel how readily this young girl’s sweet little cunt accepted the invading digits. She pressed her thumb to the outside as she had done with her own, gauging the thickness of the meat.

“Now I need you to squeeze.” she instructed. “As tight as you can! Like you really need to pee but have to hold it in for just a few more minutes!” The nine year old giggled and did as she asked, tensing her internal muscles around Mollie’s fingers. “Great!” Mollie smile. “Now relax.” She stood and peeled off the glove, turning it inside out as she did so. “Now I just need you up on the scales.” She read the number on the display and quickly ran over to enter it into the terminal then took a measure of Marcia’s height. “Do you mind coming over here for the next bit?” she asked, sitting on the stool and taking out her tape measure. “Save me keep running backwards and forwards?” Marcia obediently trotted over and the caterer collected the relevant measurements, entering them into the form as she went. “Perfect!” she smiled. “Okay, Jessica, you’re up next. Since I’m sat here anyway, I think we’ll start with your measurements but just give me a few moments first.”

Their squabble of a few moments earlier apparently forgotten, as was so often the way with siblings, the girls began to chatter animatedly together, Jessica asking how the inspection had felt and Marcia more than happy to gush about her experiences. Taking the opportunity while they were distracted, Mollie entered Marcia’s scores onto her file. They averaged out to a 9.5. Not wanting to given them anything further to argue about, she decided to keep this score to herself for the time being, at least until she also knew Jessica’s. Discretely, she minimised Marcia’s form and brought her sister’s up full-screen. She still needed to take the photographs, of course, but that could wait.

There was no particular reason to do the stages of the inspection in the order that she normally did, it was just way that Mollie had found most logical for herself, so there was no issue about started Jessica’s where she ended most, with the taking of individual measurements which she added into the otherwise blank form.

“Okay!” she smiled once that was done, rolling up the tape measure and putting it back in her pocket. “Let’s get you weighed and measured then I can take a good look at your meat!” Happily, with great excitement, Jessica hopped up onto the scale then stood with her back straight, shoulders back and head looking straight forward as Mollie pulled down the adjustable gauge to measure her height. Leading the pretty, long-haired pre-teen back into the middle of the room, Mollie began the physical inspection.


To be continued...