Within two minutes, there was a knock at the door, and the guys went back to their chairs, asking me to attend the door. I opened the door to a smilin... waiter, who was more than happy to see me in this state. I took the tray of alcohol, and placed it on the table, as the waiter looked at me. One of the cabbies, walked up to me, and pulling my panties' string, placed a five rupees coin right inside my cunt, and said, "Go darling, tip the waiter." I walked up to the waiter, with the coin still. It slowly grew hard and erect but the underpants stopped it from really standing out. Fluffs then did something I had not expected from her. With her fingers she pulled on the elastic and drew the underpants open, at the same time reaching in and grasping my hard cock, pulling it out and slowly giving me a handjob. I pretended to be aroused and slowly began a simulated fucking action. I was in reality, very aroused and was in fact fucking her hand. I began moaning with enjoyment as if I were. 'Just popped-in to say goodnight', he smiled again, and stepped into the room, 'What are you watching? as if the sounds were not sufficient enough to tell him.I panicked and pulled my hand out from under the covers, raising my hand, like a traffic cop, halting oncoming traffic, 'Don't come in', I blurted out, as he stopped and looked at me with a quizzled look half confused, and half delighted, his little niece was more adult than he had ever seen, more authoritative in demand, and more. She thought her mind was going to shatter from the cascading anxiety attacks and overwhelming fear and terror she had as a result of witnessing the sexual torture and nonstop gangbangs. Finally her lawyer came into her cell with an offer and an explanation.He offered her a letter agreement giving her the opportunity to become a part of my household, as a concubine. She would lose her citizenship and all her rights, but her death sentence would not be mandated. Being a part of my household would.