But only if you agree."Trevor scanned the apartment and walked to what he assumed to be the bathroom. Going inside he closed the door and leaned again...st it. Shit, she's going to throw me out and maybe call the police. This time I'm really going to be fired. His hands dropped to his knees and he bent over, his head hanging, gasping for air. What the fuck was I thinking?Pressing his ear to the door, Trevor listened at the silence. He waited for what seemed like hours, but it was only a few. You have been Chosen. Within this room you may decide upon your avatar in the Realms. Know this: The choices you make here will have far-reaching implications. Do not choose idly, for once you leave this room, you will never be able to return.Well, that was a bit overly dramatic for just a character creation screen, but who cares? If enough people complain it'll be changed before release. Dismissing the prompt, you turn your attention to the character creation itself. Curiously, the manikin. Peyton watched as he bit down on his bleeding bottom lip with his front teeth, his eyes not leaving the key. ‘Come on, let’s put your things in your room,’ she told him, picking up one of his duffel bags and slinging it over her shoulder. The hesitant plodding of footsteps a few seconds later told her Caleb was following. Peyton opened the door of the guest room and inhaled deeply, smiling at a job well done. The spare bedroom had smelt a little musty, so she had gone to the trouble to clean up. I relaxed onto my back and closed my eyes, feeling her work her magic. I heard her let out little gasps when she rubbed my chest and biceps. But I put it down to wishful thinking. But that combined with her small, soft hands kneading my body had my cock beginning to stir and stand firm. My face went red, and I tried to think of anything else to get it to go away.Madhu was working on one of my arms and had to reach across my body to reach for it. As she moved her way down to my hand, her elbow.