A couple of newlyweds walked through the hotel to their bungalows. From the morning they were on the beach, and in the afternoon, when the hot Egyptian sun finally ceased to be affectionate, they dined at the local all-inclusive restaurant and were now going to their room to “play around” during a quiet hour. This was clearly hinted at by Andrei’s hand, which lay on Vika’s priest. When walking, male fingers rhythmically crawled over girl's buns, giving both pleasant sensations.

Having barely crossed the threshold of the hotel room, Vika pulled off her short shorts and, referring to the fact that she had taken a shower on the beach when she was taking off her wet swimsuit in the dressing room, she immediately splashed onto the bed. And Andrei wanted to refresh himself before daytime sex, and he went to the bathroom.

Returning in just a few minutes, my husband found his faithful, slowly snuffing on his right side. He decided that he would not wake her up by tritely shaking his shoulder. Instead, the man gently turned the sleeping wife on his back, stretched his legs and gently pulled her panties off. In response, she, without opening her eyes, only smiled faintly through a dream. Then he began to shower his tender hips with his beloved with kisses from his knees to the pubis.

But Vika did not react at all. Dozens of warm and wet touches of men's lips covered the girl's body in the most intimate places, but she did not wake up. Husband again and again kissed his sleeping beauty, but her sleep from this became only stronger. After the next series of kisses, Andrew raised his head and looked at the face of his beloved wife, bliss and serenity were expressed on him.

Then he gently licked it with the tip of the tongue promo between the genital sponges, sliding along the clitoris, which was still slightly salty from sea water. But even this desperate step of hiss did not bring results. With a sad sigh, the disappointed Romeo finally smacked the girl in the tightly compressed folds of the clean-shaven pussy and covered it with a cool sheet.

Stepping outside the bungalow, he quietly slammed the door behind him, wrote an SMS to his wife with the text “You wake up - wait at the pool bar!”, Lit a cigarette and went to taste the local beer.

Andrew didn’t want to sleep at all. But Vika overcame, and there were two reasons for that: firstly, another glass of wine that she drank instead of dessert was clearly superfluous, and secondly, the previous sleepless night spent on the bus with Andrew affected.

Rare tourists, who first arrived in Egypt, refuse the opportunity to visit a tour called "Pyramids of Giza". Despite the fact that the way from the hotel to the world-famous majestic buildings is not long, the newlyweds did not resist the same temptation the day before.

Falling into a deep sleep now, the girl seemed to be there again, in the hall of one of the pyramids. She again saw her so impressed ancient walls and domed ceiling. In the center of the room was a pedestal of polished white stone about a meter high. The guide explained that this was either an altar or a sarcophagus, and then added that many scientists still doubt and argue about the true purpose of this impressive object of the correct rectangular shape.

Vika was completely alone in the hall and to her surprise found that she was not standing on the floor, but on the edge of a stone pedestal. There were no rope fences, no less than luminous plates with the inscription “EXIT” or announcements with the request “Do not touch your hands” in different languages. But at a distance, on either side of the stone altar, stood two tall golden chandeliers with small smoked lampadas.

From the clothes on the girl was only a thin T-shirt, in which Andrei left her sleeping on the bed of the hotel room.Quite embarrassed by this circumstance, she tried to take a step to get down to the floor, but nothing came of it. Both of her legs, which were shoulder-width apart, were ankle-kneed in stone, and there were no chances to free them.

Rounding her eyes and not believing them, the girl leaned over and touched with her fingers the cold and smooth stone expanse that tightly bound her bare feet almost at the very edge of the large rectangular stone on which she stood. At that moment, somewhere behind, a sound of approaching steps was heard close by.

Fearing that people would come in now and see her naked on this pedestal, Vika panicked and desperately tried to free at least one leg with a jerk. But instead she lost her balance and began to inevitably fall back. In order not to collapse the back of her head on the stone surface, she sat down a bit and put both hands back.

As soon as girlish palms touched the stone behind her, they immediately began to sink in him, as if in quicksand. All her attempts to free her hands led only to the fact that they were both bogged down in stone stronghold almost to her elbow, and her bare butt touched the cold stone surface. In this position, she looked like a giant grasshopper that fell on its back. Before my eyes, everything floated and circled, either from a recent fall back, or from excitement. Now everything seemed especially unreal, and from this there was no strength even to scream.

In the meantime, the steps inevitably approached and were heard already just a couple of meters somewhere behind. The steps were slow and clearly belonged to only one pair of legs. Not having the opportunity to run away, hide, or at least hide behind her, Vika only had to close her eyes, wait and wonder who she would have to appear almost naked to, and also in such a frank pose.

The girl decided to open her eyes only after someone, whose steps she had heard, rounded the stone pedestal, proceeded slightly forward and stopped. A tall figure, dressed in a gold-robed outfit, stood directly in front of her, in close proximity to the side of the stone where her feet were immured. For several seconds Vika looked with caution and interest at the person standing in front of her, spreading her knees to the side. But having recollected herself, she cried out and brought them together as tightly as possible.

However, she understood that this made little difference. In the flickering light of a lamp, a person who entered could still easily admire the beauty of the smoothly shaved plump lips of her beautiful young slit. Looking now over her knees, Vika could only see the face and shoulders of the person standing in front of her.

He was a middle-aged man with a distinctive patch beard, which can often be seen by the pharaohs on a variety of images from the times of ancient Egypt. For a second, it even seemed to her that she had seen the image of this particular man somewhere quite recently. The skin of his face and hands, like a sleeveless robe thrown over his shoulders, cast a golden glow.

In one hand he held a small scepter surmounted by an apple-sized ball. In the other was a cup the size of half a soccer ball. It seemed that the scepter, the ball, the bowl, and even their owner were made entirely of gold.

- Who you are? Help, please ... I got stuck here ... - I decided to speak first to Vika.

In response, the stranger tore, finally, his gaze from the girls' charms. A pair of his expressive brown eyes now met with Vekin’s pleading eyes.

- Do not be afraid of me, pretty child! And do not hide, but show me your beauty!

- Stop it! How are you not ashamed to stare at me?

- Open before me! - The man took a step towards Vika and now he could, stretching out his hand in which he held the scepter, touch his knee with his fingers.

- And do not paw me !!! I, in fact, married, if that!

- Do not be angry, child, and do not resist. I will not harm, but I will let you go from here with the Gift!

- With what other gift ?! I do not need anything from you !!! I will complain! ... To the consulate! ..

But the man was silent and looked intently into her eyes.Then Vika, realizing that the threats and visits of this self-confident foreigner clearly did not penetrate, decided to change the tone.

“I really don't need anything, just help me out and let go, okay? ..”