He covers her face and tits

Dear Sir Williard,

I had to take a break from writing as recalling the actions of last night brought a confusing combination of both abject shame and deep satisfaction. I took the time to bathe and change from my night shirt in an attempt to clear my thoughts. I had a man from the hotel shave me so I might at least look like a gentleman, even as I doubt myself so bitterly. The barber did the job well enough, but I look forward to the time when I can have my own gentlemen's gentleman attend to me instead of having to borrow a servant from the hotel.

I hope that I may regain some standing in your eyes as you read this account by assuring you that I did my best not to compound my heinous act by leaving behind a bastard. In truth, the thought of Miss Peach swelling with my child was the final erotic straw that caused what little control I had to snap. I could feel the seed surging from my testes and it was with only the greatest effort that I was able to pull from Miss Peach's sex and spew strings of cum onto her round breasts, white throat and surprised face. It was a small act of rebellion on my part Sir Williard, but in spite of all my failings during this encounter I console my bruised sense of honour with this small act. I found myself standing over the naked and bound Miss Peach looking at the ropes of white pearls that glistened in the dim light of the glade, slowly recovering from the madness that had possessed me. I do not recall saying anything to the Miss's Silver and Indigo but I imagine that when I turned to confront the two voyeurs, only partially clothed and my manhood still proudly rampant they did not need me to articulate the anger and contempt I was feeling.

As the pair of beautiful but loathsome vixens fled into the darkness I turned my attention back to the young woman I had so brutally assaulted. She lay back on the bench, surprisingly relaxed even in her perilous position and smiled shyly up at me as she licked at the cum that landed across her face. Perhaps, like for me, the act of our union somehow broke the grip of that primitive desire, but for whatever reason she was content to lay back and watch me as I tried to make thing right. Without a word (for my intensive social training had not prepared me for what to say in this situation) I used my cravat dipped in a convenient fountain to wash away my seed. It was no doubt the coolness of the damp cloth on her breasts that caused the delightful puckering of her nipples and the soft moan to escape her lips, but I found I had to restrain the urge to throw myself onto her nubile body and fill her once again with my manhood. In the distance I could hear the sounds of an approaching party and I turned my attention to the incriminating smear of red that marked her inner thigh. I can assure you your Lordship, that if washing the near perfect breasts of Miss Peach had tempted me, then seeing the evidence of her innocence on the pale smooth skin of her thigh was almost unbearable. I cleaned her to the best of my ability in the short amount of time I had, wiping the blood from her legs and the soft blonde curls of her pelvis. It was only then that I turned my attention to freeing her from the elastic vines. Now in the clear light of day, I find myself wondering as you no doubt are as well, why I left the young lady secured as I cleaned her off instead of freeing her immediately? I can only claim that my mind, although no longer totally controlled by the savage urges of before had not yet cleared entirely of those primitive desires and having a naked bound plaything to care for was very satisfying.

The gay voices of the group of young party goers was getting much louder; I had only enough time to free one of her hands before I was discovered, and so gathering up my ruined cravat I cravenly fled into the darkness leaving the naked victim still mostly tied to the stone bench. I looked back into the glade just as a pair of young colonials stumbled upon the scene and saw to my surprise that instead of freeing herself as I had hoped, Miss Peach had reached her hand between her legs and was fingering her much misused sex. In fact, by the time I got back to my hotel balcony the scene had not altered much, the two colonial couples were watching with great interest as Miss Peach cried out into the night attracting the attention of two guards who moved easily through the garden paths in the direction of her screams of pleasure.

I must turn my attention now to my upcoming meeting with Dr. Miller. I can only hope that word of this scandal has not spread beyond the participants involved, for if your friend knew what kind of man I had proven myself to be he would surely throw me and your letter of introduction into the nearest sewer he could find.