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| 36 | 919 | Then I was on my View more quotes about belly">belly, on the tiles, my hands at the sides of my head, prone, before his curule chair. |
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| 36 | 916 | "I love you! I love you! I love you!" I cried, jerking in his hands, pressing against him, trying to cover him with kisses. |
| 36 | 917 | "Stop," he said. |
| 36 | 918 | "To your belly". |
| 36 | 919 | Then I was on my belly, on the tiles, my hands at the sides of my head, prone, before his curule chair. |
| 36 | 920 | He resumed his seat. |
| 36 | 921 | I lifted my head and upper body, wildly, agonized, to regard him. |
| 36 | 922 | "You are a hot slave," he said. |