Sebastian Armityge had gone out to India aged eighteen, as a cadet in the HEIC, and had prospered. Krish's mother was from Goa, a Portuguese enclave o...n the west coast of the sub-continent. Her father was the Portuguese deputy Governor of the colony, and her mother was a Hindoo princess, one of the many daughters of the Maharaja of Mysore. Krish's uncle was Mir Sadiq, an important man in the Kingdom of Mysore, and in fact he became the commander of the kingdom's army.From an early age Krish was. As I picked them up to read he said, "These are just customary forms for an incident like this. Go ahead and sign them and I'll get out of your hair."I must have frowned because he was getting nervous. I picked up all of the papers and handed one each to the two girls and told them, "Read these while I digest what's on these two. Have a seat, Sir, we have plenty of time before our flight."I knew that wasn't true, but I didn't want him to think we were rushed. Something was wrong with the way he. "Give us everything you have".Before I could know it, the same guy grabbed my hair in one hand and put the other one around my throat. "Do not make me hurt you." He hissed. "Okay, okay," I nearly cried in tears. "Just please do not hurt me…”He let me go and I quickly handed over my purse, removed a gold chain necklace and a few rings, handing them over into his waiting hand."Is that all, bitch, just sixty bucks?" He asked after looking inside my purse.He looked at his friend, who nodded his. Charlie put me down on my own two feet and turned me around to look at the set-up. This main floor was dimly lit from that outside lamp so I was able to see the setup. They must have planned this for some time, because there were an apparatus that kind of looked like the gymnastics appartus at school; there was a triple mattress on the ground; and there was a leather beanbag. And there I stood with my blouse down to my waist, my woolen school skirt still on, but no panties. The skirt was making.