Book 35. (1 results) Quarry of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 12 | 73 | His View more quotes about hands">hands then were at my yellow tunic, pressing against my hips, and then drawing it down, more tightly against my body. |
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Book 35. (7 results) Quarry of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 12 | 70 | My left cheek suddenly stung, sharply slapped. |
| 12 | 71 | "Forgive me, Master," I said, opening my eyes and looking away. |
| 12 | 72 | I felt a tear course down my stung cheek. |
| 12 | 73 | His hands then were at my yellow tunic, pressing against my hips, and then drawing it down, more tightly against my body. |
| 12 | 74 | I forced myself not to respond. |
| 12 | 75 | "You are well-curved and pretty, as many meaningless barbarians," he said. |
| 12 | 76 | "Thank you, Master," I said, careful not to meet his eyes. |
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My left cheek suddenly stung, sharply slapped.
"Forgive me, Master," I said, opening my eyes and looking away.
I felt a tear course down my stung cheek.
His hands then were at my yellow tunic, pressing against my hips, and then drawing it down, more tightly against my body.
I forced myself not to respond.
"You are well-curved and pretty, as many meaningless barbarians," he said.
"Thank you, Master," I said, careful not to meet his eyes.
- (Quarry of Gor)