A tall man wearing a black hat, jacket and trousers entered the room. He was in his thirties. The princess immediately recognised him. "Hello Princess...Annabelle," he said, smiling."Lord Harris, what are you doing here?" Princess Annabelle was startled to see him. She wore her purple off the shoulder dress where the corset dug too tightly into her. Her long curly brown hair was piled on top of her head."It comes no surprise that the king of France wants to propose to you. He wishes to meet with. I need a lover, not just a heartless master. So get this damn collar off me, and these cuffs, and I'll just go."She would have simply walked out while he was at work, never to return, but she couldn't leave in her current condition. For a start, he always locked his front door, and it needed a key to be opened even from the inside. Then there was her lack of any real clothes. It had been months since she'd last worn something she could be seen wearing in public.Most importantly, there were her. I wanted to feel her lips, her body, her skin. The first kiss was right under the yellow bulb in hall right in front of the door and TV. It lasted for a few minutes and she felt my hardness too, while I felt her firm yet supple ass. Alas, this lasted only a few minutes as my granny came back from her evening walk.The cat was now out of the bag. We both knew what we wanted. We both knew what we needed. But both being virgins, didn’t know how to go about it. The right opportunity took a while to. ”When they entered the room filled with contraptions and sex toys of every variety, he guided her over to an area where he could restrain her with her hands over her head. He used the sash from her robe instead of rope, remembering what the doctor had suggested months ago.Reina said nothing, but her body language gave away her obvious pleasure. She was trembling just a little, from desire not cold, and her eyes fluttered ever so slightly.“Look at my slutty little Office Whore, knocked up by her.