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"Have you business for me today, dear Targo?" inquired the fellow. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #396)

She surmised it must be in the vicinity of the bearded fellow. The beast's fur had been glossy and oily, and some of this oil had adhered to her body, and, for a moment, she had felt her right thigh in a mighty, almost prehensile grip, within the menacing softness of which she had sensed curved, knifelike hardnesses, like short, sheathed scimitars. She could still feel the roughnesses from the beast's swift, inquisitive investigations of her body, the forcible thrustings of its snout about her, its coldness, the rapid, exploratory movements of the hot, moist, rasplike tongue on her breasts and belly. "Have you business for me today, dear Targo?" inquired the fellow. "Alas, no!" cried Targo. "These little beauties, which you might examine, if you are interested, are transient stock, and accordingly it would hardly pay for me to avail myself in these instances of your invaluable services, which it is my invariable practice, at least upon occasion, to commend to all enthusiastically. Indeed, I hope to dispose of these lovely creatures by evening. - (Prize of Gor)