Meiersdottir gave her a tired smile. "I know, dear," she said. "Is that what you wanted to say to me?" No, ma'am, or it is but only part of it. You ca...'t do this, not alone. But I can if you'll let me help."For a moment Meiersdottir simply stared at her. The link rang again, signaling yet another call. She flipped a hand. "All right, dear, show me. That one's yours."Unhesitatingly Heisinger picked up the receiver. "Yes?" she said. There was a pause. "I'm Alicia Heisinger, Dr. Meiersdottir's. Come, there are many more wonders to see.” Cameron followed Abasi down the long passageway, also remarkable in the valley, where most tombs were shallow, unlike those in the more famous Valley of the Kings. Even in the dim light, the colors of the paintings stood out vividly all the way. Upon entering the first chamber, already emptied of artifacts, Cameron’s eyes left the walls. One thing remained within the chamber, in the center of the room – a curious altar carved from the rock of the tomb.. She clearly was in a trance of sorts and this type of talk, which she, in ordinary consciousness, would have sneered at as lunacy, clearly was resonating with her. At a certain point I asked her, ?Don’t you believe that men are superior to women?? She shifted uncomfortably in her chair and then, looking at me like a deer caught in the headlights she said softy, ?I do believe that men are superior to women.? Now I approach male Mastery from a male-supremacist viewpoint. Even among most. Oh so slowly, he runs a stiff index finger along that thin lace over my moist parted crack, pushing those hot-pink bikini panties ever deeper, parting my plump blossoming pink lips even further. Automatically, my wobbly legs spread much wider, allowing those naughty sensuous fingers total unencumbered access to my boiling honey-pot.After peeling that black mini-skirt up around my waist, we tightly hug, trading glorious sensations -- me feeling the ever growing bulge of his fully inflamed.