The man, dare she say butler, who directed her to the main chamber was certainly well dressed in a black two piece suit, but otherwise his appearance ...as very disquieting. He may have been someone assigned a butler’s duties, but he clearly wasn’t a butler, a servant certainly, but one more likely to yoke and strangle or perhaps plunge a stiletto into someone’s throat. He was absolutely polite and deferential, but she got the impression he was only polite and deferential until someone ordered. I felt naked in his presence. I stammered 'how, how much do I owe you?' With a faint smile he walked right in the doorway and I felt helpless to stop him. I was stunned, I stood there speechless as he walked right up to me, took my hand and yet said nothing. He guided me to the bedroom as if he had known all along where it was. Never missing a beat, he thrust me down on the bed with such force I felt powerless to say a word. He unbuckled his pants and I saw a rather large frame through his. Finally, it all came down to his cock. It looked to be approximately seven inches long and four inches thick. She literally started to drool over the image in her head. She knew that fantasizing about her own father was wrong. She didn't care though. All she knew was that her father was an attractive man and wanted him to be her attractive man. She got ready for bed and soon fell asleep with hopes and dreams of becoming intimately close with her father. The next day, Nicole woke up fairly. . until last night, that is. I think that I have contributed in my own meager way to the strategy discourse. The trouble is that we have no supreme commander, no general above all others, with the possible exception of the King in the North if he’ll take the job, Ser Jorah Mormont, or else Grey Worm, who isn’t here right now. I imagine that Grey Worm’s role will grow larger as he invades the Stormlands, though. As commander of the Unsullied, he will be counted on to help restrain the worst.