"You have nothing to apologize... you didn't tie me up," Jordan smiled to her friend, a weak smile, with her body burning she couldn't think straight, if she wanted Miri to stop, or to continue... and why she wanted her to continue...<br/><br/>Jordan moved back and kissed Miri's lips, just as she did before entering the Arena, grateful to have her there. "Thank you for being here and helping me... Just go on... I will do my best to be still... maybe then I will be able to rest" but as Miri continued things only got worse. She could feel Miri's generous breast against her warm skin, her pink nipples brushing against her back as she continued untie Jordan, the other arm in the effort to keep Jordan still grabbed her below her breast, brushing her arm against the soft skin and grabbing the rope to keep her in place. But as she continued working on the ropes the cleric's breathing become more and more labored, quickly becoming in gasp and moans as the blond blade dancer continued working on the rope. From her position Miri's leg brushed against Jordan's ass for support, moving her leg between the cleric's ass and brushing her wet sex. "go on.. go on... i am almost.. ahh almost..."