Still, the hormones press on. So I manage to slide my hand inside the back of her pants, while she takes a hold of my penis through the fabric.And thi...s is one of the very few sensations I remember *extremely* vividly (and I tend to not remember anything at all).My hand went past her belt, which was one of those silly belts that rely on friction to stay tight, except they never work... Anyway, I went past her bely and was confused, because I had to figure out several layers. There was the. Since she was there for a purpose, she decided to try switching and becoming a full-time submissive, if that is how you persuaded people to keep you.The first Dominator she allowed to woo her far enough to meet him outside the club was a very well dressed man of about sixty called Charles with a quiet, well-modulated voice and beautiful manners. He seemed delighted to have access to a sweet, young and polite submissive who was not aggressively dressed and could easily be taken for his daughter. "She'd have to be a clothes-horse," Staley said. "He loves to make fun of how women dress, so she'd have to be the best-dressed woman in the world. And I'd like her to be someone that he thought was beautiful, inside and out. Someone who could get along with me, too, since we're so close, and not feel threatened or jealous somehow. Maybe somebody who could drag him out every now and again, y'know, one of those party girls who dances all night and then takes him home and fucks his brains out.". She steeled herself, straightening her back as she remained on her knees, lifting her chin royally. She knew she must be strong now, strong like the dragon.Viserys' sneering face invaded her imagination and snarled, "You are no true dragon. Don't wake the dragon, whore."At this Daenerys' posture and confidence broke. Her shoulders slumped again, and her green eyes closed for a moment to clear away the vision of her brother. Preferring anything over the image of her brother, Daenerys looked over.