I thought of what I had done wrong. There was nothing Icould imagine that deserved the treatment I was receiving.My only sin was to be fairly well off... and her mother hadwanted to get her hands on my home and bank account. Shehad succeeded and now I was surplus to her requirements.Her daughter, a real spoilt brat was now having her revengeon me. The catalyst for her revenge was nothing more thanthe fact that I had tried to make her act in a civilisedway. Now I was nothing more than an object to. Buttercup didn’t hesitate to obey. She did as she was told. Her butthole looked like bubblegum to me – pink and pure as Hubba Bubba.Mike licked his finger and jammed it into her asshole and twisted it. No one around seemed to care. The pony girls had huge butt plugs with shaggy approximation of pony tails up their own asses.“Oooooooooooooooooooooh,” Buttercup’s mouth formed into a perfect circle, and she let out a low howl.“Is that going to be a problem?” he asked.“Noooooooooooo, Sir”. I couldn’t be distracted not right now. After drawing the elemental names, I added markings of warding to the outside edge. It had to be strong. Salamanders were powerful spirits to summon. They were the embodiment of fire dwelling in the Astral Realm. The Ideal of Fire.The sun had passed its Zenith and was well on its way to setting when I made the final mark. Sweat fell off my forehead as I rose. I groaned, my back popping as I arched it. And then I studied the runes.“Such precision,” Lady. We named him Christopher.” “That’s great, you must be so proud. We had a girl. Her name is Helen. We named her after Pat’s grandmother.” “We sure do love him, but you’re the one that should be proud. He’s your son, not mine.” The news hit Jim like a ton of bricks. He knew Beth had been impregnated in the time that the two couples spent together, but he never thought it was him that had planted the seed in her. “It’s OK buddy. I never wanted kids before, but now that he is here I can’t imagine.