"Do you think you are better than we?" demanded Emris.
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"No, Mistresses!" said Ellen.
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"Hereafter," said Cotina, "if you do not want a buyer, give him, as you can, to us".
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"Selfish she-urt!" snapped Lydia.
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"We will tear you apart in the straw," said Cichek.
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Ellen moaned.
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"Targo!" whispered Cotina.
"Do you think you are better than we?" demanded Emris.
"No, Mistresses!" said Ellen.
"Hereafter," said Cotina, "if you do not want a buyer, give him, as you can, to us".
"Selfish she-urt!" snapped Lydia.
"We will tear you apart in the straw," said Cichek.
Ellen moaned.
"Targo!" whispered Cotina.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )