Perhaps we relish gossip, and fashion, and the sharing of secrets, more than men.
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I do not know.
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Is it true, as sworn by Lila, that the Lady Celestina, the free companion of Publius Major, as though inadvertently, drew back her robe, revealing an ankle to his handsome young secretary, Torbo? What will be the recommended length for slave tunics in the Fall? And how will they be cut? One could always beg the master for the latest style, for surely he would not wish the garmenture of his slave to reflect negatively on his taste or resources.
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Too, in what new ways might we more please our masters? Might we not be pleasantly surprised by his response, if we were sometimes to kiss his body, pressing our soft lips upon him humbly, intimately, fervently, tenderly, beseechingly, through the cascade of our loosened hair? What a precious and glorious honor, what a coveted privilege, for a slave, to be permitted to serve her master! "Targo is a minor slaver, of little account," said the girl.
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"Once, perhaps, he was well off, but not now.
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He claims to have once, albeit unwittingly, sold the very tatrix of Tharna.
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The Cosians have robbed him of girls, some say his best, claimedly for taxes, time and time again.
Perhaps we relish gossip, and fashion, and the sharing of secrets, more than men.
I do not know.
Is it true, as sworn by Lila, that the Lady Celestina, the free companion of Publius Major, as though inadvertently, drew back her robe, revealing an ankle to his handsome young secretary, Torbo? What will be the recommended length for slave tunics in the Fall? And how will they be cut? One could always beg the master for the latest style, for surely he would not wish the garmenture of his slave to reflect negatively on his taste or resources.
Too, in what new ways might we more please our masters? Might we not be pleasantly surprised by his response, if we were sometimes to kiss his body, pressing our soft lips upon him humbly, intimately, fervently, tenderly, beseechingly, through the cascade of our loosened hair? What a precious and glorious honor, what a coveted privilege, for a slave, to be permitted to serve her master! "Targo is a minor slaver, of little account," said the girl.
"Once, perhaps, he was well off, but not now.
He claims to have once, albeit unwittingly, sold the very tatrix of Tharna.
The Cosians have robbed him of girls, some say his best, claimedly for taxes, time and time again.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )