And then, when at last the sated boy swayed flushed and drained and shriveled between those sleek young thighs, with the evidence of his own disobedience gleaming wetly all over the object of the morning’s lesson, Miss Violetta tisked gravely. “Edward, you wicked little boy,” she murmured, “have you shown your true self once more? Are you such a depraved pervert that you would warp something as commonplace and proper as your governess’s daily lessons to your own foul ends?”
Defenselessly he had turned and gazed with the utmost reverence into that dark-eyed young countenance whose cream-complected cheeks each glowed with a betraying spot of color. She stared straight back without a hint of shame or guilt or remorse…but the crooked quirk of those expressive red lips was simply the most thr
