"Is he readying you for a sale?" "I trust not," said the brunette.
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"Teach me to better please him!" "What are your feelings?" asked Corinna.
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"I flame," wept the brunette.
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"I kneel appropriately, I place myself before him, as the mere slave I am, I beg! But he does not touch me! I want to scream with need".
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"Have slave fires been set in your belly?" asked Corinna.
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"Yes," cried the brunette, softly, piteously, "and they torment me, and torment me.
"I find that hard to believe," said Corinna.
"Is he readying you for a sale?" "I trust not," said the brunette.
"Teach me to better please him!" "What are your feelings?" asked Corinna.
"I flame," wept the brunette.
"I kneel appropriately, I place myself before him, as the mere slave I am, I beg! But he does not touch me! I want to scream with need".
"Have slave fires been set in your belly?" asked Corinna.
"Yes," cried the brunette, softly, piteously, "and they torment me, and torment me.
- (Kur of Gor, Chapter )