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| 3 | 319 | She pressed View more quotes about herself">herself piteously against me. |
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| 3 | 316 | I immersed myself in the exciting, intimate, marvelous, powerful odors of the aroused female. |
| 3 | 317 | "Oh, Brinlar," she gasped, suddenly, "you are an excellent servant!" I took her wrists in my hands and pulled them from my hair, and held them to her sides, meanwhile alternately forcibly and aggressively, and delicately and tenderly, continuing my service. |
| 3 | 318 | Her wrists were helpless in my grip. |
| 3 | 319 | She pressed herself piteously against me. |
| 3 | 320 | She began to moan and squirm. |
| 3 | 321 | Suddenly she said, "I am helpless! I am being held, helplessly!" "Forgive me, Mistress," I said, unhanding her, as though my grip upon her might have been an inadvertence. |
| 3 | 322 | She seized me again by the hair, drawing me closely to her. |