"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh," Tehr echoed as he felt her inhuman tightness caressing the sensitive spot below the glans.  His head felt sheathed in the hottest, tightest slickness he'd ever been in, and no rational thought was able to come to him for a short while.  So they sat there making small gasps and pants and grunts of pleasure as the wagon trundled along bouncing and rocking on the roads.  The coachman of course wouldn't hear them over the sounds of the road and the carriage, not unless they were yelling.  But this slow screw wasn't a yelling session it was relaxed and intense, but there was not the loud cries of passions or screaming notes that would carry outwards.<br/><br/>Finally Tehr said, "Let us not speak of the church of the one god.  I find it abhorrent... how could they say that something this good, this blessed, this right, is somehow wrong because we haven't preformed a ceremony in a church first?"<br/><br/>Tehr felt her moisture copiously slicking his shaft and balls, and it made him swell inside her, his lust was quite high.  He groaned and said, "You claim that you wish that I would treat all of my female companions equally, that everyone be treated the same.  But that is quite impossible my dear Emily.  For no woman that I have ever been with can do these things you do.  The feeling of being held by you, being inside you, is in my experience incomparable.  Just as a lowly serving girl might have charms different than what you offer, and just as the queen herself offers a different experience.  No I could never treat everyone the same, for what I feel when you and I play this way is unlike any other.  No woman is your equal.  I can only promise to try to honor you the way you should be, and I could never express the joy I feel at our passion.  To suggest that you are the same as another would be a great disservice to you."<br/><br/>Tehr felt occasional jolts of pleasure riding up and down his shaft, running along his spine and out to his extremities as she caressed and milked his dick.  But he also knew that this slow, languorous pace wouldn't drive him to orgasm any time soon.  He needed a little more action to achieve his peak.  But he was in no rush, he would be very glad to continue this slow, slick, sliding sex for a long time.  The feel of eager need wasn't there, he would be glad to let this draw out as long as she desired.