to allow any chance of privacy! Their bones would ache on an evening, aching to be pleasured by the soft lips and hands of a fair female. Young Matthias suffered terribly. He could cope with the shame bought about by his exploits, his family disowning him, the tough labour on the ship. But the memory of Miss Robertson always would burn deep into his mind. The memory of her thin lips wrapped round his virgin meat made it all too much to bear. He knew that it had only been one