He rides hard in the rodeo. He'll ride me much harder. When I snuck into Montana Cobalt's house, I was looking for help learning to ride like him. What I got was his belt across my bare backside, and then with tears running down my cheeks and arousal dripping onto my thighs he taught me an even rougher, more shameful lesson. He's agreed to train me, but not just for the rodeo. He's going to show me what it means to be ridden hard and put away wet, and I'll take everything he gives me and then beg him for more.