| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 3 | 516 | "I beg your View more quotes about touch">touch, my Master!" she gasped. |
| 3 | 517 | "Oh?" he said. |
| 3 | 518 | "I beg it! I beg it! I beg it, my Master," she wept. |
| 3 | 519 | "Slut of Cos!" snarled Marcus suddenly. |
| 3 | 520 | "Your slave, only your slave, Master!" she wept. |
| 3 | 521 | He then, angrily, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, her head to the rear. |
| 3 | 522 | It is in this fashion that slaves are commonly carried. |