He is weak

Dear Sir Williard,

It is several hours since I last put ink to paper, in that time I had simple dinner of an omelet with sautéed greens and a thick slice of bread toasted and buttered perfectly. You will remember that I had given my whole staff off so I had to be content with what Mrs. O'Brian could whip together quickly upon her return. Not that I was displeased with the plate presented to me by Andrews who, judging by the broad toothy smile, seemed to be in a fine mood. In truth, as a student I've had many meals that were nowhere near as delicious or sustaining as my Irish cook's time-limited efforts.

Both Akimi and Hilda seemed to be in an equally good mood and I wondered if perhaps I should give my staff two days off a month instead of the one I had originally planned upon. Along with the benefit of a happy and productive staff is the possibilities opened by having a completely empty house to entertain guests in complete privacy.

I left off my account of what occurred earlier in the privacy of my boathouse at a tense moment. I wish I could report that I again found a way to keep the situation from escalating, but sadly Lord Johnson, as I hope this sad journal is making clear, the curse of this beautiful planet is stronger even than all my formative training.

I do not know if it was the fairy-tale like setting of the dimly lit boathouse, or the cumulative effect of fighting my desires, but before I knew what I was doing I had pinned my young guest against the wall of rough-hewn blocks of the boat house. The pernicious effects of the Blush were not limited to me because instead of protesting or slapping me across my face as you would have expected, Miss Alice's bare arms wrapped around my neck and she pulled my lips down to meet hers.

The kiss, Sir Williard, went on for quite a while and as I explored her mouth with my tongue, I pulled down on the shoulders of her yellow walking dress until first one and then her other breast popped free. Her breasts were simply magnificent, big round orbs of creamy smooth softness peaked with big red nipples that reminded my of cherries sitting on scoops of vanilla ice-cream. An unintended side effect of pulling down Miss Alice's dress was that her arms her now pinned to her sides by the yellow silk that was caught by the bend of her elbow. Given enough time, I am sure Miss Alice could have worked free her arms, but I found that I liked her like that and so kept one hand holding the dress firmly in place. In spite of the illusion of capturing this lovely creature, I soon realised that my victim wanted this just s much as I, and perhaps even more.

"I need this so badly, Doctor!" Any doubts about taking this gentlewoman by force I might have had were dispelled by her desperate words. "Don't stop, Doctor!" Her full breasts danced as she leaned forward "Take me, Sir. Take me and make me yours." To be honest, my Lord, even as little as a month ago I would not have known what to do with this tempting beauty, but in the few weeks on being on Rajah-4, I have become much more adept at copulating with women in unusual places.

I swung the pleading young woman around until her forearms are resting on the smooth polished wood of the Ana-Leigh's railing and kicked her feet apart until she was spread out before me. As she clung to the side of the rocking powerboat I lifted her skirts and turned my attention to the ruffled undergarments that covered her legs from her knees up.

"Tell me exactly what you want, Alice." Under the circumstances I believed I was justified in calling her by her Christian name so familiarly. "Tell me what I need to do to make you mine." The white cotton of her leggings were damp with her juices and I pushed the soft fabric into the crease formed by her parted petals. Her soft whimper made my cock stiffen and I took a minute to run my other hand all over her buttocks enjoying the way she babbled as I groped her. I cannot remember her exact words, but I remember at the time being shocked by the earthiness of her language. She sounded like a common street whore that filled the night-time streets around King's College looking for wealthy students who wanted a quick bang.

Luckily a hook-bladed utility knife sat on a small work table not far from where Miss Alice clung to the railing of the boat; this razor sharp blade with the inwardly curved razor-sharp edge was the perfect tool to slice free the last layer of protection. In less than a minute from when I first pressed my helpless victim against the stonework of the cool boathouse I had her clinging to the Ana-Leigh with her skirts pulled up high around her waist and her leggings cut into two pieces that fell into puffy bundles around each of her ankles. Thankfully, Lord Johnson, Miss Alice was as aroused as I because at that moment, I did not have the patience to tease her virgin sex into readiness.

"This is going to hurt a little." I warned her as I positioned the knob of my manhood against her flower, "but it will get better, I promise."