That being said –Basic CHYOA rules apply:• ‟Avoid excessive violence.” Erotic material, not guro. [Leave her/him in condition for sex the next... day even if exhausted at the end of this session.]• ‟Each chapter should be minimum 100 words in length, or 2-3 paragraphs. This rule is not set in stone, but try to write very short chapters only when really necessary.” My opinion, I don't think it is ever necessary to claim five words are a chapter.Any character appearing will be presumed to have. It fell to the ground and was stepped on by the males surrounding her. Her large firm luscious tits stood straight out. Each one received attention by rubbing, squeezing or being sucked on. Her nipples were sensitive. Hard as little rocks. Pre cum wet cock heads rubbed against her shorts and legs making the tan glisten. Her jeans shorts ripped effortlessly down her legs revealing a little triangle string bottom bikini. It had become wet from the attention. The males cheered. Each side string. She was wearing one of Alan’s dress shirts. It was buttoned down, covering all of her private parts, but the top was open, showing just enough cleavage to be enticing. The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows. Around each wrist, Marissa had tied a long silk scarf in a slipknot. She had a seductive look in her eyes. ‘I told you something that wasn’t true last night,’ she said softly. ‘When I told you I didn’t have any fantasies, I was lying. I have one. And I want you to fulfill it.’ ‘What can I. “So, what do we know of the vic?” Alison.“You’re not going to like it,” Elizabeth murmurs.“Is that why you refused to tell me on the way here?” Alison wonders.“I was afraid you’d jump out of the car if I did,” her partner responds.“Do you really think I’m that crazy?” Alison says with a laugh.Elizabeth looks over her shoulder. “With you, there’s no telling.”“Well, I’m not that crazy,” Alison retorts. “Now seriously, who do we have?”They reach the mouth of the alley, out of sight from the crowd,.