The thin cotton was nearly as transparent as his mom's bra and the way the wet material formed itself to stick to the 14 year old tit on that side was... exciting. Jack glanced at his dad and saw him swallow then shake his head as if trying to clear the vision from his mind.Dick strode to the downstairs half bath and got a hand towel. Stepping up to his daughter as she reached the bottom of the stairs he said, "Your blouse is all wet honey. Let me help you get it dried out." He proceeded to rub. I looked around the Gym. The ring was three ropes high and small - about fifteen feet across and raised about six inches off the floor. I didn't see any work out equipment. I figured there was probably another room for that. Obviously, this was "the fighting room".The place looked like an old warehouse that had been renovated. It was a large room, about thirty feet wide, seventy-five to a hundred feet long with four steel support poles down the center the long way with about a twenty-foot high. I drew a picture of what I wanted and took it to see him. Of course, he thought that I was crazy to want bottles like I had drawn. No sane person could possibly have a use for such a bottle. On the other hand, I was willing to pay his price, so he agreed to make five each of several different bottle sizes. This was an order for 20 bottles, and that was going to take two weeks to make and fire in his kiln, but I was adamant that I knew what I wanted.Two weeks later, the bottles were delivered.. "What happened? Why did you bite me? You did bite me, didn't you?" Yes, I bit you. Attuning you to magic cost and the cost is pain. I could have just as easily fucked you in the ass. You should be glad."I had to admit that getting fucked in the ass by a demon would probably be worse than being bit by one. I looked up at Kafeeli and noticed something that I hadn't noticed before. "Why are you glowing?" I was suddenly scared. " You're not going to hurt me again are you?" I asked as I began.