At last, though, his flesh had been patted free of moisture. No one handed Master Edward a robe, but the boy felt relieved nevertheless. Why, surely, after all, the next step would be getting dressed. Oh, the sooner he could clothe his poor vulnerable nakedness before the eyes of Miss Violetta’s knowing, faintly smirking special assistants, the better! The shy youth still might feel like a mere boy when transfixed by the infinitely superior gaze of his dark-eyed governess, but at least he would be able to feel more the man before these lovely yet upstart commoners when finally he was garbed once more in the proper dignity of his station.
He blinked as he realized the import of these sentiments. Why, this was perhaps the first time that the naughty onanist had ever wanted his dirty parts h
