Constance was sore.  She could feel the huge horsedick in her so deeply, its seed spilling into her most feminine place.  She came constantly as they rode, her body continually going from one orgasm to another.  It was almos tmore than the good Lady could cope with.  "Oh my dear Master, please no more I beg of you.  My poor body is so very sore" she begged him, "I cannot take another orgasm" she told him, her nipples and clitoris so sensitive as the horse moved across the snowy ground.