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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

And she had no doubt but what she had caused him, in the past few days, considerable uneasiness. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #794)
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18 794 And she had no View more quotes about doubt">doubt but what she had caused him, in the past few days, considerable uneasiness.

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

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18 791 She then rinsed it, and twisted it, gently, ridding it of water, and placed it in the basket to her left, containing damp, clean laundry.
18 792 But she resolved to be, when her master was not present, even more provocative before Selius Arconious.
18 793 In that way she could make him suffer.
18 794 And she had no doubt but what she had caused him, in the past few days, considerable uneasiness.
18 795 Just yesterday she had sat in the straw, in the open barn area, sitting to one side of him, as he had worked nearby, and extended her left leg, partly bent, her tunic dropping away, split as it was, to reveal a good deal of thigh.
18 796 She had then, with apparent interest, seemed to be considering her ankle, and she had then turned to him, her hands at her ankle, and inquired, innocently, "Do you think, Master, that my ankle would look well in a golden shackle?" He had risen, not speaking, and turned away.
18 797 She had called after him.
She then rinsed it, and twisted it, gently, ridding it of water, and placed it in the basket to her left, containing damp, clean laundry. But she resolved to be, when her master was not present, even more provocative before Selius Arconious. In that way she could make him suffer. And she had no doubt but what she had caused him, in the past few days, considerable uneasiness. Just yesterday she had sat in the straw, in the open barn area, sitting to one side of him, as he had worked nearby, and extended her left leg, partly bent, her tunic dropping away, split as it was, to reveal a good deal of thigh. She had then, with apparent interest, seemed to be considering her ankle, and she had then turned to him, her hands at her ankle, and inquired, innocently, "Do you think, Master, that my ankle would look well in a golden shackle?" He had risen, not speaking, and turned away. She had called after him. - (Prize of Gor)