~It’s now over to you to take on the story.Choose from the characters below.The characters. (Feel free to add your own. All submissions will be acce...ted)Captain Horst. 42Career soldier. After Major Tomaz was killed earlier in the morning, Horst took command of the defence of the hotel. Under his command, he has forty riflemen including six walking injured, a medic and sniper. He has also taken charge of 6 armed security staff from Hyatt. Unfortunately, he has already lost three men and his unit. Our game got over and one young guy won.Things were getting out of even my control now. But I had to do something now. She wouldn’t be able to handle 10 guys at once. But I wanted her to be group-fucked too. Then I thought, she can take 5 guys atleast. I made a plan.“Hey guys, leave her and listen up here.”They didn’t hear. They were too busy trying to make her naked, although only her pallu was down by now.“Hey fucker, you listen up here. I know your boss Mr. Verma really well he’s my father’s. Up here, in the thin air, you couldn’t think of anything else; only how your skis cut the snow, the click of chairlifts warmed by the sun, one more run, one more run. Verbier isn’t just a place, he’d said when he booked it. It’s an atmosphere.Jenny couldn’t ski. She’d learn, though. With lessons in the morning they could ski together in the afternoon. That sounded fine to Pete.And now they were finally here, Jenny was still smiling. ‘Want to hear about my lesson? You might never marry me if I. She wondered if Mike would miss him and then it occurred to her that she had no idea what he felt in his body when the satyr was fucking his female tattoo, probably not what she felt, or was it! “Oh!” she said out load and having upset her reverie she ran more hot water into the tub. Returning to her internal inquiry she considered the qualities of the satyr. He was what could only be described as a true aphrodisiac. It would be better, at least more convenient, if she as host was not just as.