But instead, finally caught at his private morning ritual, fueled as it was by the naughty thoughts of his secretly planned plotting, Edward had been dismissed from school the very next day, so he never had the chance— Well, he amended quickly, he had never been forced into the quid pro quo of pleasuring another boy with his mouth… Which of course he would not wish to do! No, not by any means.
What Miss Violetta required was another matter, naturally. He had no choice in that. He thus was blameless, he told himself. The act of gobbling up the great puddles and strings of some other man’s ejaculate of course was dirty and wicked and wrong, and he knew he should be ashamed. Yet…well, he could not help himself! He himself was a dirty, wicked little masturbator, after all—why should he not
