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| 19 | 167 | He then put his View more quotes about left">left hand on the side of the captive's waist and, with her wrists enfolded in his grasp, bent her backwards, to exhibit the bow of her delights. |
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| 19 | 164 | She was in sirik. |
| 19 | 165 | Her wrists, front-shackled, as is common in sirik, were pulled high over her head. |
| 19 | 166 | "Pretty," admitted the raider's slave. |
| 19 | 167 | He then put his left hand on the side of the captive's waist and, with her wrists enfolded in his grasp, bent her backwards, to exhibit the bow of her delights. |
| 19 | 168 | She was exquisite. |
| 19 | 169 | Her hair hung back and down. |
| 19 | 170 | "Yes, very pretty," granted his slave, I thought apprehensively, reluctantly. |