She cried out with delight, and hugged it to her bosom, tears flowing from her eyes.
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"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!" she had cried out, hoping he could hear.
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It was a small, brown slave tunic.
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The next morning, when freed, the chain off her neck, she had hastened to don the tiny garment and had run to Portus, seeking him out, and knelt before him, covering his feet with kisses.
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"Thank you, my Master.
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Thank you, my Master!" she had wept, again and again.
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He had then made her stand, and walk about, and turn, and display herself in the tunic to himself and his three men, these being Fel Doron, Tersius Major and Selius Arconious.
She cried out with delight, and hugged it to her bosom, tears flowing from her eyes.
"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!" she had cried out, hoping he could hear.
It was a small, brown slave tunic.
The next morning, when freed, the chain off her neck, she had hastened to don the tiny garment and had run to Portus, seeking him out, and knelt before him, covering his feet with kisses.
"Thank you, my Master.
Thank you, my Master!" she had wept, again and again.
He had then made her stand, and walk about, and turn, and display herself in the tunic to himself and his three men, these being Fel Doron, Tersius Major and Selius Arconious.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )