She reached down and grabbed my cock, wanking it quickly, and my mind acknowledged that it was the same hand that just been fingering her snatch."I've...noticed you looking at my arse you know..why do you think I dress this way whenever we all meet up" she confessed. I grabbed her arse cheeks and massaged them in my hands before unzipping her linen trousers at the front an quickly whipping them down to the floor and at the same time her black thong with them.She was wet, and as I removed her. Last chance, honey, a voice in her head whispered. Turn and leave now ’cause there ain’t no going back. The redhead took a deep breath to steady her quivering heart. When she wrapped her knuckles against the dark, wooden door, her hand no longer shook. The sound of partying was a low roar on the other side of that door. For a moment, she thought that no one heard her knocking—the need to leave increased. Maybe fate was giving her one last chance. Then the door opened. A shirtless man leaned. My only disappointment was that I could not see his tongue teasing her clit while he finger fucked her cunt. I was dying, my heart racing. I wanted to cum right there and then, but at the same time, I didn’t. I fought to get control of myself. Turning around, Jenny straddled him and oh-so-slowly lowered her hungry snatch towards his fat, throbbing cock. With my heart pounding in my ears, I watched as she guided his cock against her pussy, it wasn’t going in, I knew it. Jenny wasn’t beaten. What they got we don't know but whatever it was it was apparently female, dangerous and fortunately for us fairly stupid if powerful.The thing, we have no name for it, materialised in their pentagram and instantly took over the minds and bodies of all seven women. Apparently it can't take over men directly. It has to use women as agents before it can control men. It didn't find that difficult. All of them were stark naked for their sabbat. The six men were grabbed and French Kissed. An exchange.