She slid down his body, her breasts and hair trailing over him in a sweeping caress that made him arch like a cat. At the first touch of her hand agai...st his aching cock, he surged forward in a panic, startled by the hot rush of fluid that trickled out of the tip. The invisible bonds held him down, but he fought regardless. ‘No!’ he breathed in a pleading voice, his eyes squeezed shut. ‘Oh ,my poor priest…’ she purred, her breath caressing his cock in the faintest of touches. ‘So hot and hard. He decided to start near the wall on the side opposite the door – which led to his first problem. Shit. I can’t cover the smoke hole up there by the ceiling, he thought, and my research didn’t turn up much about how to make a chimney with what I have to work with. Shit, what I really need is a giant rock fireplace, but the upper part would have to slope toward the smoke hole. I could probably do it with cement, but would mud and straw mixed have the strength I would need? It would take weeks. I must admit that my mouth dropped open at this point, but only briefly. At that instance she had me feeling sorry for her. I felt compassion. I wanted to help her and do the things she wanted me to. My mouth closed and I pursed my lips. A light disappointment fell like a veil over my face.“Please what?”Emma took a deep breath and then her whole body calmed. I could sense she wasn’t struggling anymore. She had given in, resigned herself to her predicament. Her eyes had closed and she nodded her. I felt dizzy and overcome with pleasure as she started taking long licks along my shaft, making me moan loudly enough to, despite my pleasure-drunk haze, make me worry about people hearing us. And then… she took me in her mouth. It was almost soothing to the heat of my burning and throbbing, but she did feel warm and so very, very enclosing. Pleasure rippled over my cock as her tongue moved around, pressing and running over my sensitive frenulum. I think I let out a yell, but I’m not sure.