The coarse seaman, chuckling, ran his blunt hands familiarly up and down the supple curves of the girls’ available young bodies. These ready slatterns were not members of the upper classes, shocked or outraged by his grog-fuelled advances, worried about dignity or reputation, or fearing for their immortal souls. Clearly the lasses possessed an intimate knowledge far beyond their years, and they had no qualms about earning their coin from such familiarities, and worse. They giggled, they cooed, they pranced. They flaunted themselves, smirking as they bent now and then to let the man goggle down their silken cleavage.
“Ooh, ya like what ya see, gov’nuh?” teased the blonde wench, rubbing the heel of her hand meaningfully against the tautened front of the merchanter’s sea trousers. “Yeah,” sh
