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| 32 | 846 | How View more quotes about vulnerable">vulnerable are female slaves! I rose to my feet, my fists clenched. |
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| 32 | 843 | Her breasts were lifted beautifully. |
| 32 | 844 | I observed their lovely rise and fall, correlated with the respiratory cycle of her small lungs. |
| 32 | 845 | Then she lay back, her shoulders in the dirt, and pressing against the earth with her small feet, piteously lifted before me, for my examination, and seizure, if I pleased, the deep belly of her, the sweet cradle of her slave's heat. |
| 32 | 846 | How vulnerable are female slaves! I rose to my feet, my fists clenched. |
| 32 | 847 | She lay back, before me, at my feet. |
| 32 | 848 | "It was thus," she said, "that I tried to please him". |
| 32 | 849 | I scrutinized, from head to toe, the naked slave who lay at my feet. |