"Hold STILL."  Miri admonishes again, a hint of frustration leaking into her voice.  "I've almost..."  She pauses, blinking in surprise as she finally surmises the reason for Jordan's inability to sit still.  Miri blushes, her face flushing red from her cheeks down to the tops of her creamy breasts.  "Oh."  She says in a small voice, casting her eyes on her friend's body, clearly tormented with excitement, the cleric's flushed skin and hardened nipples a clear message.  Mir's eyes shift to her hands, still holding the ropes that were stimulating the other woman.  She bites her lower lip, embarrassed, before speaking again.  "I'm sorry."  She says, her voice soft again.  "I didn't understand.  But I'm almost done.  It'll just be another minute..."<br/><br/>Leaning forward, Miri actually wraps one arm around Jordan, doing her best to hold the other woman in place with her body, Miri's full breasts pressing lightly into her.  Meanwhile, her teeth grit in concentration as she pulls again and again at the ropes, trying to get them loosened enough, before... flushing again, Miri refocuses her mind on the task at hand.