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I thrust my head to the grass at his feet. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #548)

Never had I been so frightened. We were alone, absolutely. He looked at me. I thrust my head to the grass at his feet. He stood there, not moving. I was terribly conscious, helpless, of his presence. I waited for him to speak, to say something to me. - (Slave Girl of Gor)