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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
19 293 She put her head down and drank.
19 294 "More quickly, slut!" said he.
19 295 She wept.
19 296 The salt of her tears mixed with the water.
19 297 Her lips and tongue felt sometimes the sides of the pan, sometimes its bottom, so desperate were her efforts.
19 298 Her hair was wet where it fell into the water.
19 299 "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 )