Her eyes widened in astonishment of find gold laying all over the tomb. It was such a valued item she didn't think it possible most of the time to thi...k of a treasure to be buried with any body. As she ventured further into the sandstone tomb she smelled something. Spices.Her heart beat increased, she knew that mummies were buried with spices and different fragances to give them a pleasing odor instead of a decaying body.Emily was a Japanese archaeologist, she went to Harvard and got a masters. Just how helpless she was had never been so clear to Stephanie. Yesterday was a kaleidoscope of emotions and sensations, but now, everything was as real as a concrete wall. Stephanie was his prisoner in her own home for the long term and there was little she could do about it other than praying that Jeff might rescue her.After finishing using the toilet, Stephanie felt another slight tug on her lead. Unsteadily, she eased herself up and let herself be guided into the shower. Her leash grew. A chain would be a vanity.“Lift your skirt up,” she said.I just stood there.“Do you not understand English? Take hold of your skirt and lift it up.”I pulled the pleats an inch above my knees.“All the way up.”“What for, Sister?”“Because I’m telling you to.”She knew, and there was nothing I could do. She would have sat there and stared me down all night. I pulled my skirt higher, slowly, steadily, and her eyes trailed up my legs until I felt them on my brown puff of hair. Then I dropped the. I told her I need to go to wash room. She saw my tent.She asked me bujji, why do you want to go to washroom? I felt shy and told her for masturbation aunty. She saw me admiringly and said bujji, I think you know what masturbation now is and how it has to be done. I nodded yes. She asked me to go home and do it.I went home in a disappointed mood. Holidays were over, schools were opened after that I used to go to her home whenever possible I used to visit her home and read Kamasutra. Sometimes.