Master Edward blinked helplessly from one faintly amused young feminine countenance to the other, wildly on display and acutely aware of the way his leather-wrapped nakedness called every eye. His p***s throbbed thick and engorged and obvious as his intimate helpers stood once more. Why, surely they could not leave him like this, mindlessly erect in his guilty, exhibitionistic excitation. He could not continue wearing this costume, he told himself—he could not!
“B-but…” He could only trail off, biting his lip.
“Very good, sir,” commented the girl who had held out the strange leather contraption.
“Just to Miss Violetta’s satisfaction, I am sure,” added the other sister.
The helplessly erect boy could only nod jerkily then. Of course, he realized forlornly—of course. If that regal sable-
