Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 15 | 684 | "Yes, View more quotes about master">Master," she whispered, softly. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 15 | 681 | She moved a little closer to him, and then, suddenly, beggingly, impulsively, as if she scarcely knew what she was doing, put her head to his right knee, turning her head and resting the side of her face, her left cheek, on his knee. |
| 15 | 682 | "It is not that I mind a bit of spirit in a slave," he said. |
| 15 | 683 | "It makes it all the more pleasant to bring them again to their belly, at your feet, kissing and begging". |
| 15 | 684 | "Yes, Master," she whispered, softly. |
| 15 | 685 | "But there must be not the least impairment in perfect discipline," he said. |
| 15 | 686 | "No, Master," she whispered. |
| 15 | 687 | He put the tiny glass on the table. |
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She moved a little closer to him, and then, suddenly, beggingly, impulsively, as if she scarcely knew what she was doing, put her head to his right knee, turning her head and resting the side of her face, her left cheek, on his knee.
"It is not that I mind a bit of spirit in a slave," he said.
"It makes it all the more pleasant to bring them again to their belly, at your feet, kissing and begging".
"Yes, Master," she whispered, softly.
"But there must be not the least impairment in perfect discipline," he said.
"No, Master," she whispered.
He put the tiny glass on the table.
- (Prize of Gor)