Sadly, he does

Dear Sir Williard,

I can only believe Lord Johnson, that I behaved as I did because of Miss Monroe's eager acceptance of my dark desires; to think that I might force myself on a citizen of our great Empire would be simply unbearable. Even so, I am not proud of my treatment of this needy librarian, but relate the following in the interest of academic transparency.

The blue velvet ribbon worn by Miss Monroe made the perfect tie to secure her slender wrists. In spite of her piteous pleas for mercy, she obediently held her hands together for me as I wrapped the ribbon firmly around them. The strip of fabric was more than long enough to wrap around her wrists several times; even after I knotted the ribbon, a length of almost a foot was left to use as a lead.

"Oh no, Dr. Baxter!" My captive moaned softly, trying unsuccessfully to hide her excitement. "You tied me like one of those dreadful pirate's might secure his sweet plunder." I continued to hold the ribbon like a leash and, grabbing her by the throat, I squeezed her neck hard enough to make her eyes widen. I am well aware, Sir Williard, how dangerous asphyxiation can be, and I loosened my grip long before that became an issue, but the effect was electric for both Miss Monroe and myself. I deepened my voice and pretended to be one of the villains out of her fanciful fears.

"Tell where you've hidden your jewels and money, Miss, and I'll go easy with you."

"But I have nothing of value!" She pleaded weakly.

"We'll see." I grunted her as I began working at the buttons of her bodice. "Any time you want to start cooperating, I'll be ready to listen. In the meantime I'll enjoy every inch of your lovely body." I lifted her tied hands over her head, and although she could have easily lowered them, she kept her arms high as I used both hands to pull away her clothes and drove my leg between hers as I pressed her wiggling body hard against the aether-lamp projector.

When I finally pulled away her tightly laced corset, Miss Monroe's full breasts spilled out, seeming to expand in glorious freedom. I was stunned at the bounty found under this librarian's prim and proper exterior, she was almost as well endowed as my Danish maidservant Hilda, but on her slender frame her swollen globes looked even bigger. I doubt that any man could have resisted burying his head between her breasts.

"Please, don't do this!" The librarian begged softly as I groped and kissed her plump globes, "I have nothing you want, Sir."

I'm afraid my Lord, that the pleading librarian with her hands bound above her and her clothing in disarray was most terribly wrong. Miss Monroe had exactly what I wanted, only my rapidly fading sense of manly honour could keep me from taking it.