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| 3 | 439 | "View more quotes about press">Press the metal of the goblet to your belly," said Cecily. |
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| 3 | 436 | Constantina knelt before him, her knees spread, in the position of a Gorean pleasure slave. |
| 3 | 437 | I gathered he had never had this woman so before him. |
| 3 | 438 | Obviously he, if not Constantina, was muchly pleased. |
| 3 | 439 | "Press the metal of the goblet to your belly," said Cecily. |
| 3 | 440 | "Press it in there, so that you can feel it. |
| 3 | 441 | Really feel it, the metal against your belly. |
| 3 | 442 | Surely you understand this, the metal against your belly. |