"First, Djin Saddam, I wish that Djin Farrook be imprisoned in my nipple ring," commanded Hassim.
"Done, Master, your next wish?" said Saddaam expectantly.
"I wish that everyone in this room loves to me to the point they would rather die than see any harm befall me!"
The genie gasped, he too was in the room, and Saddaam smiled wickedly.
"Well loved you shall be, oh handsome Master," Saddaam said lasciviously.
"My son, I never noticed how handsome you are," intoned his old mother reaching out to massage his chest, "Your muscles are so firm."
"Yes, Hassim," added the lawyer squeezing his butt cheek, "So firm."
Hassim looked nervously around at the lust filled room, but felt reassured that he had wished that no harm would befall him.
Fatima grabbed his nipple ring and said, "I wish you were a love slave, Hassim, and would find pleasure in our using you."
"Your wish is my command, mistress," answered a smoky Farook.
"Genie, I wish," began Hassim, he felt odd, and finished, "I was the best sex slave in the world."
Sadaam laughed, "Granted, now on your knees and open your mouth."
"Me first," said the attorney.
"No, me."
One hand grabbed Saddam's bottle, another Hassim's nipple ring, and the original genie approached the huddled group with lust in his eyes.