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But she did not dare to lift her hands from her thighs where, in one of the common positions of the pleasure slave, they now reposed. - (Renegades of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #978)

"What was your name, when you were free?" he asked. She squirmed beneath his gaze, which was like edged steel. I was sure she wished that she might reach up and bring the strands of beads, which I had lifted and thrown back, about her collar, that they might dangle behind her, obscuring the less my vision of her loveliness, back again before her, as though such tiny, colorful objects might protect her to some extent from that imperious scrutiny. But she did not dare to lift her hands from her thighs where, in one of the common positions of the pleasure slave, they now reposed. I had little doubt but what their palms were sweating. She moved her knees a little further apart, presumably in an effort to make clear her desire to be pleasing. How lovely her throat looked in its closely fitting steel collar. - (Renegades of Gor, Chapter 24)