Despite himself, Edward’s stride broke, and suddenly he found himself standing motionless with the dark-haired lady and her freckle-faced assistants staring amusedly at his discomposure. His face felt warm. His breath surged loud through dilated nostrils. His poor untouched c**k, piqued and goaded and wrapped snug in the comfortable constriction of its leathern harness, twitched and throbbed. He could feel it ooze faintly in its mindless need. “M-M-Miss Violetta!” his voice jerked out.
“Yes…?” wondered that sly-eyed lady.
Edward gulped. Why, he had not even realized he had spoken! He flushed even more deeply.
“Yes…?” she repeated with regal patience.
“I-I-I-I—” Miserably he squirmed. Oh, there was only one thing to say, only one reason for his behavior, and yet he could not say it!
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