He most certainly does.

Dear Sir Williard,

Well she is gone, it is now close to ten o'clock at night local time and my visitor has slipped down the hall towards the lift with a slight hitch to her gait. I expect that I have disappointed you, Sir Williard, and in a way I have disappointed myself but there was simply no way I could pass up on this lovely morsel two nights in a row. Especially not after my encounter with Dr. Miller's dark-skinned nurse. I can assure you however, that we did not rut on the carpeted floor of my hotel room like a pair of mating reptiles. Even if we had wanted to, Miss Peach's attire would have put an end to the animalistic frenzy, so instead of fighting the many layers of clothing I used the slow removal of each of her garments as foreplay.

For instance, I can now report with certainty that there are exactly twenty tiny buttons hidden in a tailored crease up the center of her back. I lifted my lovely blonde visitor from the floor and had her kneel on the chaise facing the wall while I worked on the removing her dress. With each button opened I kissed the back of Miss Peach's neck, ear or shoulder, and with each kiss I asked her if she was sure about her decision. By the time I pushed the dress open and off her shoulders she was begging me to take her using a most unladylike vocabulary. While pulling the sleeves down, I assured her that I had no intention of stopping until I had thoroughly satisfied myself with her luscious body. I then lifted the blue velvet dress up and over her head and she knelt before me wearing only her undergarments, in reality I had not exposed much more of her skin as she wore a short sleeved tunic under her corset and both bloomers and petticoats over her stockings but knowing that I was now seeing her as no man ever had made my fingers tremble as I worked to loosen the tight lashings that held her waist impossibly slender and lifted her small breasts high on her chest.

Tossing the corset away I slid my arms around her waist and squeezed her tits through the sheer silk undershirt, they were as firm as they had appeared the night before in the garden I could easily feel her hard nipples through the delicate material. Her bustle was by far the easiest of all her garments to remove and when it landed on the floor near the puddle of blue velvet I could finally see the true shape of her lovely hips. It is at this point, your Lordship, that she tried to twist around and kiss me, but I held her still, returning her hands to the curved back of the chaise I instructed her sternly not to let go until I told her she could. I had hoped that by keeping firm control of Miss Peach I could also keep from succumbing to the heat of the situation.

"Yes Sir," That pretty blonde cooed and she wiggled her hips against my groin in a most immodest manner "I am yours to command." With my control slipping I wasted little time finding the hooks that held the petticoats around her waist and pulling them roughly from under her knees. She now wore only her sheer tunic, ruffled bloomers that hugged her hips and thighs and stockings that were clipped to the bloomers just above her knees and she looked like one of the erotic sketches sold in secret to teen-aged boys in boarding schools. This cultured young citizen of our great British empire continued to tease me mercilessly using vocabulary that I am certain were not taught to he by her governess until I found and untied the thin belt that kept her bloomers fast. Finally, with the undergarment pulled to her knees I was able to cup her soft mound in my palm and curl my fingers into the wet treasure that was her sex.

"Where did you learn words like those?" I asked her as let out yet another most unladylike request. Again Sir Williard, I only transcribe the following words to demonstrate how different these things are in New Delhi than we are familiar with back on Earth. She answered me with a moan as I fingered the wet slit.

"From my brother, Dr. Baxter. He has an even coarser tongue than this, when my parents aren't around." Your Lordship, I am an only child, but had I been blessed with a younger sister, you can be sure that I would done everything in my power to keep her from language like that, certainly not teach it to her. "Why?" She asked "Are you going to punish me Sir? Spank my naughty ass until I beg for mercy?" She turned to glance at me over her shoulder licking her lips provocatively "or are you going to silence my filthy mouth by stuffing your fat cock down my throat?"

Oh how I wanted to Sir Williard! I wanted to pull that sweet little thing over my knees and turn her white round bum into a shade of red brighter than the scarlet orchids I saw in the garden, or have her on the floor servicing me with her lovely mouth, but I couldn't your lordship, she was after all a lady of the realm. Instead I ordered her to the bed; she lay on top of the covers stroking her round tits and fingering the pink slit between her thighs while I removed my clothing faster than ever before in my life. I am pleased to say that her teasing stopped abruptly when she saw the size of the erection that jutted from my groin.

"Oh my God in Heaven!" Was all I heard as I climbed onto the great bed and reached for her. Well that and her sharp cry of discomfort as I plunged into her less than a minute later. It was the sweetest moment of my entire life to feel this wealthy debutante arch upwards against me as I pushed deep into her sheath. Soon the bed was rocking and her legs were wrapped tightly around my waist. I rode her without mercy and she found her voice again and urged me on with all the crudeness that she had been using before until I exploded deep inside of her womb.

I must report an most remarkable finding Sir Williard. Usually after spending seed, like most men, my member loses most of it's stiffness and it takes roughly ten minutes to regain a full erection. This evening I barely noticed a change in my hardness after each eruption. It is possible that this phenomenon has to do with the remarkable feeling of deflowering a very tight maiden, but I think it is more likely due to something on this planet that also has to do with the 'Blush.' For the record, I ejaculated twice more in the next hour before Miss Peach had to take her leave and I think that with only a little stimulation I could have taken her again.

I should record the details of the rest of my encounter while they are still fresh in my mind. However, I am exhausted and I need to rest before I can write any more. I know that at this time I should be filled with remorse, and I imagine I will in the morning, but at this moment I can only report a great sense of achievement. Miss Peach is now truly a woman, stretched open by my manhood and filled with my seed. I know that there will be other men who get to sample her sweetness, but I am the man whom she will remember for the rest of her life.