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She recalled how she had been taught in training to kiss the palm of a man's hand, sometimes darting her tongue softly in and out of it, suggesting subtly, and begging for, her own penetration. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #1230)

"No, me!" cried Emris. Ellen then realized that it was presumably no accident that he had extended the back of his hand to her, and not the open hand. That was doubtless deliberate, a way of keeping her at a distance, of precluding involvement with a pretty little slave, perhaps because of her youthfulness, or her collar immaturity. She recalled how she had been taught in training to kiss the palm of a man's hand, sometimes darting her tongue softly in and out of it, suggesting subtly, and begging for, her own penetration. More than once a guard then, in fury, had flung her from him and stormed away, to seize another slave. She had been in the iron belt. She had been left vaguely uneasy, vaguely unsatisfied, but, at that time, slave fires had not been lit in her belly. - (Prize of Gor)