Squirting into my mouth. After that she never worried about it. It became a challenge for me to see if I could fuck her till she stopped quirting. We ...ould fuck to exhaustion but she would always still be able to squirt. We would trash the bed every night and have to change the sheets tbefore sleep. Her body was small enough that I could pick her up with my cock inside her. Sometimes just to take her from bottom to top. She loved it! We had truely amazing sex. We fucked like a****ls for months.. There was absolutely nothing I could do. They were in total command and they could do anything they wanted to do with virtually nothing that I or my tiny little wife could do to stop them. I felt totally helpless, and as I looked at my tiny child like wife laying naked on the bed, I knew what they were going to do. She looked back at me, her orgasm was ending but the black dildoe was still deep inside her cunt and the look she gave me told me without a doubt that she also knew what they were. She had left them all with a further hour to see if a confession was forthcoming, but none was. Three more hours had passed by now and only half the women were still standing. Miranda, Clarissa and Megan were on their feet, but Stella had fainted, her body horribly blistered where the sun had seared her unprotected skin. Clarissa looked helplessly at the poor girl and finally her pity for her and anger at the guards' cruelty meant that she could take no more.She knelt down beside her and gently. I chuckled deep down in my throat, lowered my head and kissed her on the forehead. Tink giggled louder, shivering ever so slightly."If you aren't married then how can you be my real daddy?"My heart lurched within my chest. One tiny little slip of girl, armed with an apparently bottomless supply of questions, had me feeling more defensive and unprepared than all the armed men and women I'd ever faced."Well, let's see ... first off, your mom and I made you, so that should count for something. But.