“Do not send me back to your men,” she begged.

“Do not send me back to your men,” she begged. “Keep Sandra for yourself.”
“We shall see,” I said.
“Sandra wants much to please Master,” she said. Wily wench, I thought.
“You used Sandra only once,” pouted the girl. “It is not fair.” She looked up at me. “Sandra is better than Midice,” she said.
“Midice,” I said, “is very good.”
“Sandra is better,” wheedled the girl. “Try Sandra and see.”

Raiders of Gor, p. 341

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