It took him a long moment to deal with the thong again.

A man with a thong of his own appeared on stage right.

It was to be the dance of the six thongs.

The winner is to bring the thong to the group.

Also, I was hoping for a different sort of thong.

A white thong was all he wore on his body.

He found the end of a long thong and drew it out.

I ground myself against him, but he was still trapped in the thong.

I let go with one wrist, and his hand found the side of the thong first.

I then went to the thongs at his right ankle.

She twisted in the thongs and turned to the side.

"Let the women find thongs with which to bind them together."

I then went to the thongs on the boy's left wrist.

In a moment I had through the thongs, too, at his right wrist.

He took a bit of thong from his belt and tried it.

In its other hand it held a whip of many thongs.

It seemed to be a pad with very long thongs.

The bird was on the thong around his neck again.

"But then the boy short came in and split the sales of the thong."

She could feel the thong up around her waist and left it there.

They cut the moment's thongs and leave me free To stand alone before eternity.

Women felt a thong was too revealing to wear in public.

So I put the thong about a back foot and cried out.

He stripped off her thong and rose to his feet.

Then they pulled on the thongs to drag them along.