Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 26 | 1629 | She bit her lip, under the View more quotes about blanket">blanket, in frustration. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 26 | 1626 | "We are far from the tarnloft, are we not, pretty slut?" he asked. |
| 26 | 1627 | "Yes, Master," she said, angrily. |
| 26 | 1628 | "How you tormented me there," he recalled. |
| 26 | 1629 | She bit her lip, under the blanket, in frustration. |
| 26 | 1630 | "Doubtless it was your worst nightmare," he said, "that you might one day belong to me". |
| 26 | 1631 | "Yes, Master!" she said, angrily. |
| 26 | 1632 | "And now you do," he said, with obvious satisfaction. |
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"We are far from the tarnloft, are we not, pretty slut?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," she said, angrily.
"How you tormented me there," he recalled.
She bit her lip, under the blanket, in frustration.
"Doubtless it was your worst nightmare," he said, "that you might one day belong to me".
"Yes, Master!" she said, angrily.
"And now you do," he said, with obvious satisfaction.
- (Prize of Gor)