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| 3 | 257 | "She is View more quotes about quite">quite good, the slave," said Cuwignaka. |
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| 3 | 254 | She reared helplessly on the pole, and writhed upon it, almost as though she might have been chained to it, and then, she turned about and lay on the pole, on her stomach, her thighs gripping it, her hands pushing her body up, and away from the pole, and then, suddenly, moving down about the trunk, bringing her head and shoulders down. |
| 3 | 255 | Her red hair hung about the smooth, white wood. |
| 3 | 256 | Her lips, again and again, pressed down upon it, in helpless kisses. |
| 3 | 257 | "She is quite good, the slave," said Cuwignaka. |
| 3 | 258 | "Yes," I said. |
| 3 | 259 | "She has not been trained to do this, has she?" asked Cuwignaka. |
| 3 | 260 | "Not to my knowledge," I said. |