| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 51 | 164 | "View more quotes about master">Master!" I cried, and threw myself to my belly before him, crying out in joy. |
| 51 | 165 | I tried to press my lips, fervently, again and again, those of a slave, his slave, to his boot-like sandals, but I could not do so. |
| 51 | 166 | He drew back. |
| 51 | 167 | "Strip," he said. |
| 51 | 168 | I knelt up and slipped the tunic over my head, putting it to the side. |
| 51 | 169 | "Master!" I said. |
| 51 | 170 | But then he turned me about, and thrust me down, to my belly. |