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| 7 | 405 | "View more quotes about prepare">Prepare to run, Slaves!" called a peasant. |
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| 7 | 402 | Almost any woman, I suspected, looking on such a man, would sense herself his natural slave. |
| 7 | 403 | That would explain why the women of Ar would twist on their couches like bitches in heat thinking of Clitus Vitellius. |
| 7 | 404 | In the darkness, remembering him, his stride, his glance, and limbs, they would have intuited him as their master. |
| 7 | 405 | "Prepare to run, Slaves!" called a peasant. |
| 7 | 406 | I looked at my master. |
| 7 | 407 | The heat in my thighs made me want to run to him but I dared not leave the line. |
| 7 | 408 | Earlier in the afternoon, casually, Thurnus had aroused me, and no one had satisfied me. |