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So many thoughts were flowing through Tommy's head. Thinking about leaving it along, he put it back behind the bookshelf and went upstairs. Two hours later, Tommy couldn't sleep. All he could think about was if it's possible to summon a demon, and if it is possible, then that's tight as hell. And also he had an urge to go look at the book again, it was like the book was calling out to him.telling him, come to the basement, to test your luck. When he was trying to sleep, he had visions of conjuring spells. That was something new, something that hasn't happened till he looked in the book. “No, I'm not hexed am I? Strange things are now starting to happen since I looked at that damned book. I do wanna find out if it can be performed. If it works, then I'll my own demon slave. Okay, I'll sneak my way back done to the cellar. the only issue is, my people, sleep very Softly so I have to be super quiet or I may wake them. I don't want them knowing what I'm doing”. He made his way back under the house, grabbing the heavy book ready to read. He started to read the instructions on how to summon a demon, step by step. First thing first, he needed to draw a summoning circle, to cast the demon into this world. The instructions seem simple enough, he just had to use blood other stuff and reciting the spell. But if you say the spell incorrectly, the spell will not work. Before he knew it, the circle was ready to go, ready to cast the spell. Tommy did something strange, and why? Simply because he was indian trying to summon a bizarre demon, something uncanny. He looked some of his cum as an attribute, to give it a little spice. Some of his blood was used, and a few other things. He didn't believe it'll work, so he decided to play around just for the hell of it. Tommy grabs the book and scrolled to the summoning page. He then looks at the book and begins, articulating the spell to cast the demon. The entire basement started glowing red then blue. Tommy's eyes lit up shocked by it actually occurring. The spell made a sound, it sounded like static going off. It's a wonder, the sound didn't wake up his people. His eyes went wide, even more, when he saw someone coming out of the circle. Five seconds later a demon was standing right in front of him. Standing right in front of him, was a dark blue skinned muscular female demon. She was swollen all over, height ranging up to 6-4 tall. “Yes,” she said. “Well, well,” the boy began. “And where are your men, Captain?” She stops in front of me. “Have you come to kill me? To take what is rightfully mine?” Was indian it possible that womankind was a metaphor for the forbidden fruit in the story of Adam and Eve? This one in Omaha. The flight was only a couple of hours. She broke off the kiss and twisted around to face me. Her hand went to my cock, gently squeezing as I grabbed her ass cheeks and enjoyed the feel of her tits sliding on my chest. After she was cleaned up, she was taken out to the limo. But then there was Clara #2, The Clara who was just off work, exhilarated to get out of the chair, stretch, and leave her cubicle. She wiggled her hips and let out a throaty groan. Can you step out?"