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| 1 | 686 | I snapped my View more quotes about fingers">fingers and her legs turned under her, and she was kneeling, head back, dark hair on the tiles. |
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| 1 | 683 | Her hands were small and lovely. |
| 1 | 684 | She lay on the map floor, her head turned toward us. |
| 1 | 685 | She was covered with sweat. |
| 1 | 686 | I snapped my fingers and her legs turned under her, and she was kneeling, head back, dark hair on the tiles. |
| 1 | 687 | Her hands moved, delicate, lovely. |
| 1 | 688 | Slowly, if permitted, she would rise to an erect kneeling position; her hands, as she lifted herself, extended toward us. |
| 1 | 689 | Four times said I "No," each time my command forcing her head back, her body bent, to the floor, and each time, again, to the music, she lifted her body. |