Long beaten down into the sexual servile position to her brother, Daenerys' head droops lower, her long platinum-blonde bangs concealing her face from...her brother's watchful and critical eye. Words, forever trained into her beaten psyche by her brother-master come tumbling out, barely above a whisper, "I am the dragon whore."Immediately she knew she had made a mistake, and a half breath later her brother's hand confirmed her thoughts with a painful SMACK to her ass, causing her to arch her back. We agreed - 3 inches off. I was still stunned but also amazed atall this hair. Looking carefully the color match was perfect, I couldnot even tell the difference between my own hair and what I now had. ButI was still scared at how long it was and what folks might say. As wetalked, he said all I needed to do was put it in a pony tail and after afew days no one will notice. I've never liked ponytails. I've alwaysloved the feel of my hair on my ears, on my neck, and until recently,just. One hour later... Dodi let out a frightened shriek of dismay. I had just introduced her to my prone wives who were kneeling before me at my Qataban home. Seeing the shields raised and the woman next to me as their new sister-wife, three of them had gotten up to hug both me and Dodi. A few seconds later, a mildly confused Michal joined them.Such easy displays of affection are considered blasphemous in our society, a direct and unforgivable affront to the pillar of hierarchical obedience. My new. I worked my ass off preparing myself for the state exam, spent many long hours training with my managers to prepare me to go out on my own one day and make a living. Our line of work wasnt easy, of course, I had to learn to cold call people and set up appointments where they would let me, a complete stranger, come into their home and do a presentation. I usually worked about an hour out of my home town. We worked with a lot of union workers and the town I would go to was a small town filled.