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Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)

He relaxed his grip, enough that I could get to my knees, and I knelt before him. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 50, Sentence #217)
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50 217 He relaxed his grip, View more quotes about enough">enough that I could get to my knees, and I knelt before him.

Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)

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50 214 "I love you!" I sobbed.
50 215 My left cheek, my head struck to the side, stung with the sudden, fierce, angry, open-handed slap of his smiting right hand, and I might have reeled and fallen, save that his left hand, its grip close to the leash collar, held me upright, in place.
50 216 Tears streamed from my eyes, and my cheek burned with pain.
50 217 He relaxed his grip, enough that I could get to my knees, and I knelt before him.
50 218 I must look up at him, for the leash was pulled up, taut, and tight, gripped in his fist.
50 219 "Forgive me, Master," I said.
50 220 He looked down upon me, with a savage, angry, ferocious light in his eyes, with all the contempt with which the free may regard a slave.
"I love you!" I sobbed. My left cheek, my head struck to the side, stung with the sudden, fierce, angry, open-handed slap of his smiting right hand, and I might have reeled and fallen, save that his left hand, its grip close to the leash collar, held me upright, in place. Tears streamed from my eyes, and my cheek burned with pain. He relaxed his grip, enough that I could get to my knees, and I knelt before him. I must look up at him, for the leash was pulled up, taut, and tight, gripped in his fist. "Forgive me, Master," I said. He looked down upon me, with a savage, angry, ferocious light in his eyes, with all the contempt with which the free may regard a slave. - (Smugglers of Gor)