Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 18 | 227 | It was a View more quotes about small">small, brown slave tunic. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 18 | 224 | She did not even know what it was until after he had left, and she lifted it, and shook it out. |
| 18 | 225 | She cried out with delight, and hugged it to her bosom, tears flowing from her eyes. |
| 18 | 226 | "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!" she had cried out, hoping he could hear. |
| 18 | 227 | It was a small, brown slave tunic. |
| 18 | 228 | The next morning, when freed, the chain off her neck, she had hastened to don the tiny garment and had run to Portus, seeking him out, and knelt before him, covering his feet with kisses. |
| 18 | 229 | "Thank you, my Master. |
| 18 | 230 | Thank you, my Master!" she had wept, again and again. |
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She did not even know what it was until after he had left, and she lifted it, and shook it out.
She cried out with delight, and hugged it to her bosom, tears flowing from her eyes.
"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!" she had cried out, hoping he could hear.
It was a small, brown slave tunic.
The next morning, when freed, the chain off her neck, she had hastened to don the tiny garment and had run to Portus, seeking him out, and knelt before him, covering his feet with kisses.
"Thank you, my Master.
Thank you, my Master!" she had wept, again and again.
- (Prize of Gor)