Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 19 | 341 | Her back ached with cold. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 19 | 338 | "View more quotes about please">Please Masters, free me!" she wept. |
| 19 | 339 | "I will be a good slave! I will be a good slave!" She twisted, and squirmed, on the ice. |
| 19 | 340 | Cold sawdust was on her face and in her hair. |
| 19 | 341 | Her back ached with cold. |
| 19 | 342 | She tried to change her position but the ice was even more merciless to her bosom, to her belly, the front of her thighs. |
| 19 | 343 | She put her feet up, trying to keep them from the ice. |
| 19 | 344 | Then she was again weeping on her back, and then on her sides, and then on her back again, in the darkness. |
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"Please Masters, free me!" she wept.
"I will be a good slave! I will be a good slave!" She twisted, and squirmed, on the ice.
Cold sawdust was on her face and in her hair.
Her back ached with cold.
She tried to change her position but the ice was even more merciless to her bosom, to her belly, the front of her thighs.
She put her feet up, trying to keep them from the ice.
Then she was again weeping on her back, and then on her sides, and then on her back again, in the darkness.
- (Prize of Gor)