Her lips and tongue felt sometimes the sides of the pan, sometimes its bottom, so desperate were her efforts.
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Her hair was wet where it fell into the water.
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"You are too slow," said he, and lifted the pan before her.
She put her head down and drank.
"More quickly, slut!" said he.
She wept.
The salt of her tears mixed with the water.
Her lips and tongue felt sometimes the sides of the pan, sometimes its bottom, so desperate were her efforts.
Her hair was wet where it fell into the water.
"You are too slow," said he, and lifted the pan before her.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )