Chapter Two
Beneath the Secret Cloak of Night
Young Edward’s night was an agony of titillation.
His sensitive mind, thrilled with his strange meeting with the impossibly commanding young Miss Violetta, still vibrated in confused delight. She knew what he had done! he told himself again and again, wonderingly. She understood it all—everything, each dirty fact, every self-indulgent sensual outrage that the secret masturbator had never before dared admit to another. Yet now he had confessed the sweet shame with his own lips beneath her calm dark eyes: he m*********d, helplessly, compulsively, eagerly, and she knew exactly what that entailed. Why, even as she had tried to spank the naughty boy who lay red-faced across her silken white lap, he had simply ejaculated all over her like a barnya
