Deliberately, with both hands, she slipped her garment some inches down her shoulders, fully revealing her white throat.
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It was bare, not encircled by one of the slender, graceful slave collars of Gor.
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She was free.
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"Do you wish me to kneel to be collared?" she asked.
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"No," I said.
"Am I beautiful?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, "you are beautiful".
Deliberately, with both hands, she slipped her garment some inches down her shoulders, fully revealing her white throat.
It was bare, not encircled by one of the slender, graceful slave collars of Gor.
She was free.
"Do you wish me to kneel to be collared?" she asked.
"No," I said.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )