Book 14. (1 results) Fighting Slave of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 7 | 478 | "What a fool I am!" he View more quotes about cries">cries. |
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Book 14. (7 results) Fighting Slave of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 7 | 475 | Balances are so delicate, and the weathers of love can be subtle in their seasons. |
| 7 | 476 | Permitted, freed of her bonds, bellying, her back afire, she squirms to his feet, and covers them with grateful kisses. |
| 7 | 477 | He seizes her and drags rudely up her to her knees. |
| 7 | 478 | "What a fool I am!" he cries. |
| 7 | 479 | "Master?" she asks. |
| 7 | 480 | "I love you, you worthless slut!" he cries. |
| 7 | 481 | She dares not respond. |
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Balances are so delicate, and the weathers of love can be subtle in their seasons.
Permitted, freed of her bonds, bellying, her back afire, she squirms to his feet, and covers them with grateful kisses.
He seizes her and drags rudely up her to her knees.
"What a fool I am!" he cries.
"Master?" she asks.
"I love you, you worthless slut!" he cries.
She dares not respond.
- (Fighting Slave of Gor)