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Book 10. (1 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Individual Quote)

She poured, carefully, the hot, black beverage into the tiny red cup. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 5, Sentence #697)
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5 697 She poured, carefully, the hot, View more quotes about black">black beverage into the tiny red cup.

Book 10. (7 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Context Quote)

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5 694 She wore a high, tight vest of red silk, with four hooks; her midriff was bare; she wore the sashed chalwar, a sashed, diaphanous trousered garment, full but gathered in, closely, at the ankles; she was barefoot; her wrists and ankles were bangled; she was veiled; she was collared.
5 695 She rose swiftly to her feet.
5 696 She knelt, head down, before me.
5 697 She poured, carefully, the hot, black beverage into the tiny red cup.
5 698 I would not have her beaten.
5 699 On the other hand, should she have repeated the laxity, been so negligent, in the future, I would not have been so lenient.
5 700 As she knelt before me, pouring the black wine, I considered the inviting softness of her thighs, well revealed in the diaphanous chalwar, the latitudes of her bare midriff, the sweet fruit of her bosom, protesting against the strictures of the tight vest, the collar on her neck.
She wore a high, tight vest of red silk, with four hooks; her midriff was bare; she wore the sashed chalwar, a sashed, diaphanous trousered garment, full but gathered in, closely, at the ankles; she was barefoot; her wrists and ankles were bangled; she was veiled; she was collared. She rose swiftly to her feet. She knelt, head down, before me. She poured, carefully, the hot, black beverage into the tiny red cup. I would not have her beaten. On the other hand, should she have repeated the laxity, been so negligent, in the future, I would not have been so lenient. As she knelt before me, pouring the black wine, I considered the inviting softness of her thighs, well revealed in the diaphanous chalwar, the latitudes of her bare midriff, the sweet fruit of her bosom, protesting against the strictures of the tight vest, the collar on her neck. - (Tribesmen of Gor)