Edward’s eyes went happily wide. Ah, now that was what he needed! His poor stomach grumbled, flat and empty. He had not eaten since the morning of the previous day—well, nothing except for his own sperm, of course, he reminded himself, blushing. That, Miss Violetta had sneered calmly after his messy indiscretion upon her lap last evening, was all the dinner a disobedient little masturbator such as himself deserved, and he could do naught but agree. Erect and whimpering beneath her approving dark eyes, he had gorged himself upon jism as best he could—ah, the impossible surrender! And then later, after the joy of waking in the dark beneath his governess’s beautifully savage white hands, he had submitted again, happily, and taken every gluey gray mouthful of his midnight snack with helplessly
