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Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)

I spun about, delighted, and rushed to Desmond of Harfax, knelt before him, pressed my lips quickly to his sandals, knelt up, and then knelt close to him, holding him about the legs, and putting my turned head humbly against his legs, rather as I had seen Mina do with Trachinos. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 30, Sentence #2)
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30 2 I View more quotes about spun">spun about, delighted, and rushed to Desmond of Harfax, knelt before him, pressed my lips quickly to his sandals, knelt up, and then knelt close to him, holding him about the legs, and putting my turned head humbly against his legs, rather as I had seen Mina do with Trachinos.

Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)

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29 272 "Perhaps," came from the translator, "you will sometimes groom me".
29 273 "I would be honored to groom Master," I said, and then, as I was not detained, hurried past the second guard, with his heavy weapon, exiting through the outer gate.
30 1 "Ho, kajira," said a voice, not heard for days.
30 2 I spun about, delighted, and rushed to Desmond of Harfax, knelt before him, pressed my lips quickly to his sandals, knelt up, and then knelt close to him, holding him about the legs, and putting my turned head humbly against his legs, rather as I had seen Mina do with Trachinos.
30 3 "Here, here," he said, surprised.
30 4 I supposed many women of my old world would not have understood something this meaningful, and simple, the love and gratitude, the pleasure of a slave in the presence of a master.
30 5 Perhaps that is because they do not know themselves slaves.
"Perhaps," came from the translator, "you will sometimes groom me". "I would be honored to groom Master," I said, and then, as I was not detained, hurried past the second guard, with his heavy weapon, exiting through the outer gate. "Ho, kajira," said a voice, not heard for days. I spun about, delighted, and rushed to Desmond of Harfax, knelt before him, pressed my lips quickly to his sandals, knelt up, and then knelt close to him, holding him about the legs, and putting my turned head humbly against his legs, rather as I had seen Mina do with Trachinos. "Here, here," he said, surprised. I supposed many women of my old world would not have understood something this meaningful, and simple, the love and gratitude, the pleasure of a slave in the presence of a master. Perhaps that is because they do not know themselves slaves. - (Conspirators of Gor)