Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 19 | 299 | "You are too slow," said he, and View more quotes about lifted">lifted the pan before her. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 19 | 296 | The salt of her tears mixed with the water. |
| 19 | 297 | Her lips and tongue felt sometimes the sides of the pan, sometimes its bottom, so desperate were her efforts. |
| 19 | 298 | Her hair was wet where it fell into the water. |
| 19 | 299 | "You are too slow," said he, and lifted the pan before her. |
| 19 | 300 | "Open your mouth, slut," said he, and he then, unceremoniously, impatiently, too rapidly, poured water down her throat, but much of it, too, went about her chin, and throat, and under her collar, and ran down, too, plentifully, between her breasts. |
| 19 | 301 | When he threw the pan to the side with a clatter she was trembling and sobbing. |
| 19 | 302 | She was then drawn again to her feet and led, bent over, as a slave, to her own stall. |
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The salt of her tears mixed with the water.
Her lips and tongue felt sometimes the sides of the pan, sometimes its bottom, so desperate were her efforts.
Her hair was wet where it fell into the water.
"You are too slow," said he, and lifted the pan before her.
"Open your mouth, slut," said he, and he then, unceremoniously, impatiently, too rapidly, poured water down her throat, but much of it, too, went about her chin, and throat, and under her collar, and ran down, too, plentifully, between her breasts.
When he threw the pan to the side with a clatter she was trembling and sobbing.
She was then drawn again to her feet and led, bent over, as a slave, to her own stall.
- (Prize of Gor)