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| 9 | 419 | "Do you like the taste of a slave, Master?" she asked. |
| 9 | 420 | Then she reached out again to me, her arms about my neck, and, again, our lips met. |
| 9 | 421 | I was then furious. |
| 9 | 422 | I hurled her to my feet. |
| 9 | 423 | "Slut! Animal! Slave!" I cried. |
| 9 | 424 | "Yes, Master," she said, laughing. |
| 9 | 425 | She rose to her hands and knees and looked up at me, delighted. |