Book 29. (1 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 3 | 745 | She looked at me, expectantly, hopefully, to learn my will, and I reached down and seized her by the hair and, as she winced, in pain and delight, I drew her beside me on the mattress. |
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Book 29. (7 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 3 | 742 | "You may do so," said Pertinax, his voice unsteady. |
| 3 | 743 | "Thank you, Master," she said, and went to her place. |
| 3 | 744 | Cecily drew away her tunic, like the beautiful, uninhibited, shameless little animal she was, and knelt beside the mattress, at its lower left side, and lifted it a bit, and kissed it. |
| 3 | 745 | She looked at me, expectantly, hopefully, to learn my will, and I reached down and seized her by the hair and, as she winced, in pain and delight, I drew her beside me on the mattress. |
| 3 | 746 | Even in the Pleasure Cylinder the slave fires had been well lit in Cecily's lovely, helpless, vulnerable little belly, and she had soon found herself, as is common with female slaves, their victim and prisoner. |
| 3 | 747 | How the flames of their needs goad slaves to the feet of masters, even to the feet of those they may loathe. |
| 3 | 748 | I did not begrudge Cecily her ecstasies, nor would I hinder them. |
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"You may do so," said Pertinax, his voice unsteady.
"Thank you, Master," she said, and went to her place.
Cecily drew away her tunic, like the beautiful, uninhibited, shameless little animal she was, and knelt beside the mattress, at its lower left side, and lifted it a bit, and kissed it.
She looked at me, expectantly, hopefully, to learn my will, and I reached down and seized her by the hair and, as she winced, in pain and delight, I drew her beside me on the mattress.
Even in the Pleasure Cylinder the slave fires had been well lit in Cecily's lovely, helpless, vulnerable little belly, and she had soon found herself, as is common with female slaves, their victim and prisoner.
How the flames of their needs goad slaves to the feet of masters, even to the feet of those they may loathe.
I did not begrudge Cecily her ecstasies, nor would I hinder them.
- (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 3)