Young Robert came to with a start. The pain and sense of tightness and fullness in his ass channel were excruciating. His breeches, hose, and boots were off; he could see them tossed in a bundle in the ferns by the rocks cascading down to the stream where his horse—and that of the duke—were nuzzling their noses into the gently rolling water.
He felt pain elsewhere too—at his temple, where he'd landed and blacked out when his horse threw him; at the side of his face, where the duk
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