He looked down on me, still with a wicked smile on his face. "I'll have topunish you for that boy. And I've got to decide which would be worse;punishi...g you for disobeying my order to stay in the middle of the room orthe punishment for leaving me out in the hall." Realization dawned. Nomatter what I did, I would have done something wrong, and Master would haveto punish me. He would be tough. That was my warning that this wouldn't bejust a game. It was all the warning I got."I'll decide on your. My hands were shivering as I touch her body.I asked her how she is feeling and she said she is feeling good and when I was going to finish she asked me to apply the balm on her lower back portion also. I got excited hearing this but I controlled myself, because I don’t want anything to happen wrong. I said I had applied it on the whole portion visible and the remaining is hidden in the petticoat. So she untied the knots of her petticoat and slid it a little down. My cock was at full erection. Partially naked but still respectable.About an hour later I heard my mother calling me. "David, I'm ready." I think that might have been the longest hour of my life. I hurried up the stairs and into her room. I stopped as I stepped into the room. My mother was lying on her stomach without her bra with just a pair of thong panties on. I was almost shaking as I walked over to the bed.I saw that she had placed a couple of towels on the bed with several bottles of massage oil on the nightstand. I. ..stuck it in here. And this style looks all wrong for a Rammeside-era embalming anyway. I mean, that's just a preliminary guess, but look at the quality of the—"Marcus jumped. "Jesus!"Sharon looked up. "What?" It moved!"She frowned. "Don't be silly." Its hand moved. Look!" Marcus pointed. He'd gone pale, and his voice trembled."It’s your imagination. I do it all the time.”"But I heard something move in the sarcophagus before I opened it, and now it just did it again. I know what I saw!"Sharon.