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Book 34. (1 results) Plunder of Gor (Individual Quote)

At that point, a briefly tunicked brunette, of the sort that men, the beasts, might regard as luscious, knelt before our table, and, head down, placed her tray on the floor, and then began placing the plates, utensils, and cups on the table. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 68, Sentence #87)
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68 87 At that View more quotes about point">point, a briefly tunicked brunette, of the sort that men, the beasts, might regard as luscious, knelt before our table, and, head down, placed her tray on the floor, and then began placing the plates, utensils, and cups on the table.

Book 34. (7 results) Plunder of Gor (Context Quote)

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68 84 "Being served by such women," said Kurik, "adds a piquant sauce to the food.
68 85 Too, it is pleasant to consider their feelings, as they now, as degraded, abject, meaningless slaves, must serve those who, from childhood, they have been taught to despise and regard as inferiors".
68 86 "I would suppose so," I said.
68 87 At that point, a briefly tunicked brunette, of the sort that men, the beasts, might regard as luscious, knelt before our table, and, head down, placed her tray on the floor, and then began placing the plates, utensils, and cups on the table.
68 88 "Girl," said Kurik.
68 89 "Master?" she said, not raising her head.
68 90 "Did you mix a bit of gravy in my slave's gruel?" he asked.
"Being served by such women," said Kurik, "adds a piquant sauce to the food. Too, it is pleasant to consider their feelings, as they now, as degraded, abject, meaningless slaves, must serve those who, from childhood, they have been taught to despise and regard as inferiors". "I would suppose so," I said. At that point, a briefly tunicked brunette, of the sort that men, the beasts, might regard as luscious, knelt before our table, and, head down, placed her tray on the floor, and then began placing the plates, utensils, and cups on the table. "Girl," said Kurik. "Master?" she said, not raising her head. "Did you mix a bit of gravy in my slave's gruel?" he asked. - (Plunder of Gor)