milkmaiden38
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Tiffany
The massive oil lamps lowered slowly to ground level as the ancient chains groaned and clanked. Tiffany realized that the practical application of the lowering chains was not only to protect the lamps (and she thought) the treasure from the earthquake, but it allows the oil lamps to be lit.
Once the lamp reached the ground, she walked over to one of them. It looked like a lamp from that period of time. Normally made of clay, the lamp in front of her was made of iron. It had a central oil chamber, that looked like a sealed round bathtub. There was a small hole in the top for adding oil, then out of the sides were four arms, where the oil could be lit. There was no clear way to open the central oil chamber.
Tiffany looked over the lamp carefully. There was a very fine, thin gap running around the edge of the lamp. That meant the top of the lamp could be removed. But she tried finding a catch, pressure point, or other trigger with no luck.
Then she got an idea. She stuck her finger inside the oil refilling hole and felt around. She noticed four notches inside the oil chamber near the hole. To open the lamp, you needed to insert a simple key, into the oil refilling hole and unscrew or twitch off the lamp top.
“Hey Will… can you help me screw?” Tiffany asked in a sexy voice.
“What?” Will asked his head popping around a corner in the temple. A puzzled but hopeful look on his face.
“I need you to stick your big strong pole in this hole” Tiffany explained. “If we screw hard… it will help remove the top. I know you like things, topless!”
“I’ll be right over” Will said.
“While Will and I screw… you can watch Roger” Tiffany suggested to the injured British archeologist.
The massive oil lamps lowered slowly to ground level as the ancient chains groaned and clanked. Tiffany realized that the practical application of the lowering chains was not only to protect the lamps (and she thought) the treasure from the earthquake, but it allows the oil lamps to be lit.
Once the lamp reached the ground, she walked over to one of them. It looked like a lamp from that period of time. Normally made of clay, the lamp in front of her was made of iron. It had a central oil chamber, that looked like a sealed round bathtub. There was a small hole in the top for adding oil, then out of the sides were four arms, where the oil could be lit. There was no clear way to open the central oil chamber.
Tiffany looked over the lamp carefully. There was a very fine, thin gap running around the edge of the lamp. That meant the top of the lamp could be removed. But she tried finding a catch, pressure point, or other trigger with no luck.
Then she got an idea. She stuck her finger inside the oil refilling hole and felt around. She noticed four notches inside the oil chamber near the hole. To open the lamp, you needed to insert a simple key, into the oil refilling hole and unscrew or twitch off the lamp top.
“Hey Will… can you help me screw?” Tiffany asked in a sexy voice.
“What?” Will asked his head popping around a corner in the temple. A puzzled but hopeful look on his face.
“I need you to stick your big strong pole in this hole” Tiffany explained. “If we screw hard… it will help remove the top. I know you like things, topless!”
“I’ll be right over” Will said.
“While Will and I screw… you can watch Roger” Tiffany suggested to the injured British archeologist.