I wanted a break, but there was now a way to give Phoebe what she wanted at the same time.I got pulled out of her, got off the bed and tied Phoebe’s... legs well apart. She was now spread-eagled and completely helpless. “You better get back in there if you know what’s good for you big boy.” She growled.I opened a draw and took out the bottle that Hal had given me. I give Phoebe one squirt on each breast, one over her soaking pubic hair and a final squirt deep inside her pussy. I know it’s more. Not me.I slunk up the flight of stairs leading to my front door, shoved it open and immediately made my way to my bedroom to change into my sweatpants and sink into an Olympic-sized pool of my own shame.I had just taken my shoes off when I heard a knock at the door."Oh. My. God. Did that actually work?" I said out loud, trying to compose myself enough to go answer the door.I nearly ran down the hallway to the front door, feeling not unlike a child running downstairs on Christmas morning, eager. Then she kept pumping me and another stream of cum shot out into her. She just kept going as she gulped and it felt like I’d never stop shooting jism into her mouth. She took load after load, swallowing rapidly. I got onto the bed next to her after that. Her lips were smeared with cum and she still had some in her mouth. She took her time with it, running her tongue around her lips and showing me the thick smear of cum. She let a few drops ooze out of her mouth, then slowly swallowed. Her. It seemed even those littles rarely made it to age thirty without beingadopted themselves. Once adopted you had no rights to complain abouttreatment, and no rights to go to school. I did find an obscure clausewhere an adopted little apparently could work under the supervision ofan adult. The more I read through the language of that law, it seemedto just be a loophole to keep a potential little beholden to their newparent until they were swept away to the nursery that had been secretlyprepared.