Cabot kissed her, and her lips were soft, and yielding.
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"Is it permissible," she asked, "for one who is a slave, to be a slave?" "Certainly," said Cabot.
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"And then for one who is a master, to be a master?" "Yes," said Cabot.
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"What right have any to deny such truths?" she asked.
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"None," said Cabot.
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"Please, caress me, master," she whispered.
"Thank you, master," she said.
Cabot kissed her, and her lips were soft, and yielding.
"Is it permissible," she asked, "for one who is a slave, to be a slave?" "Certainly," said Cabot.
"And then for one who is a master, to be a master?" "Yes," said Cabot.
"What right have any to deny such truths?" she asked.
"None," said Cabot.
"Please, caress me, master," she whispered.
- (Kur of Gor, Chapter )