They had me shower, saying my skin needed to clean to be blessed with ‘white witch oil.’ The instant I step out of the shower they were on me, cov...ring me in the oil.They led me back to the dorm room’s bed. I couldn’t help but go! They had me lay with arms and legs spread apart from my body. Mentioned that I had to remember my legs couldn’t move, that I had to be convincing. It was magic after all, I couldn’t disobey. They spelled me.They had robs on, visibly nude underneath. They chanted words. She is still dripping water from the bath and she is smoking hot guys. I started kissing her neck by keeping my hands around her belly.She was moaning with mmm and aaahhh sounds which got me in dangerously hot mood :). I slowly moved my hand over her left shoulder and grabbed her left boob and pressing it. It was soooo soft and firm I enjoyed a lot.I placed another hand on her hot pussy which is soooo wet and she started moaning louder. I turned her head towards me and kissed her lips. Took her. I gagged slightly; I really must practice my gag reflex. I can never work out if gagging is sexy or not. James certainly seems to like it, as he roughly fucked my throat, grunting, muttering that I was his desperate, horny slut, his gorgeous, sexy whore. Eventually, with a loud groan, he came and I felt his load slide down the back of my throat. I sometimes wonder if my gag is his trophy for using his special one so roughly. I do love to be his trophy. Next time I see her, I must remember. There was some white in his gene pool for sure. His hair was too short to be in the least curly. As I think I said earlier he looked like he might have been a gym rat.Joan Pacer arrived along with her staff of three women, at 2PM exactly to the minute. They spread out over the empty offices like a swarm of locust. Rodney and I were amazed at their organization. Within minutes it looked like they had been there for months.After Joan claimed her desk she turned to me. "Sylvia?" she asked."That's.