Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 18 | 22 | In an instant she had View more quotes about pulled">pulled the tiny tunic over her head, and pulled it down at the hems, as though this might conceal a thread's width, or more, of her muchly bared thighs. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 18 | 19 | "What is going on here?" called a gruff voice, that of a large, bearded man in a brown tunic, with wristlets, and a tarn goad dangling from his belt. |
| 18 | 20 | "Dress, slut," said Portus Canio, tarnmaster of the Tower of Corridon. |
| 18 | 21 | "Yes, Master!" said Ellen quickly, and scrambled to her feet. |
| 18 | 22 | In an instant she had pulled the tiny tunic over her head, and pulled it down at the hems, as though this might conceal a thread's width, or more, of her muchly bared thighs. |
| 18 | 23 | She was barefoot. |
| 18 | 24 | "Surely you have duties, slut," said Portus Canio. |
| 18 | 25 | "Yes, my Master," said Ellen, and, crouching down, for one must move carefully in so brief a garment as a slave tunic, picked up the basket of meat. |
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"What is going on here?" called a gruff voice, that of a large, bearded man in a brown tunic, with wristlets, and a tarn goad dangling from his belt.
"Dress, slut," said Portus Canio, tarnmaster of the Tower of Corridon.
"Yes, Master!" said Ellen quickly, and scrambled to her feet.
In an instant she had pulled the tiny tunic over her head, and pulled it down at the hems, as though this might conceal a thread's width, or more, of her muchly bared thighs.
She was barefoot.
"Surely you have duties, slut," said Portus Canio.
"Yes, my Master," said Ellen, and, crouching down, for one must move carefully in so brief a garment as a slave tunic, picked up the basket of meat.
- (Prize of Gor)