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They were all lovely, and surely she on whose breast was inscribed the faded number, 119, was no better than most of them, and less than several of them Why then did she seem as she did to me? I moved close to her, a bit back and on the right side, and breathed, softly, on the side of her neck, below the right ear. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #463)

I did not respond to her. Surely the slave in the cofifle could not be as beautiful as she seemed. I looked at the others, and was reassured. They were all lovely, and surely she on whose breast was inscribed the faded number, 119, was no better than most of them, and less than several of them Why then did she seem as she did to me? I moved close to her, a bit back and on the right side, and breathed, softly, on the side of her neck, below the right ear. "Oh!" she said, softly, startled, and jerked at the cords on her wrists, but, too, inadvertently or not, she had also lifted her head. She had responded, as a slave, to the caress of a man's breath. "Not so close," said one of the guards. - (Smugglers of Gor)