The cameras show that she went willingly, which is a bit strange!”“Do you want me to take this collar off?” Sasha asked.“We should be careful,...but seeing how much you like it. You can wear it. Did you lock it yet? Do you want to be sold?”“No way!”While the princess went to school, the king asked himself how he knew that the Duchess would be sold when she locked her collar. He also asked himself why he allowed his daughter to dress like a bimbo. Finally he asked himself would he care if she was. Occasionally it tasted salty or bitter; once or twice it was sweet. I had trouble keeping it down, my throat was becoming sore from dryness and cold and I had trouble swallowing. I could not sleep more than a few naps before the sound or the cold and heat started. From lack of rest I was becoming an automaton. I do not even remember the last few days in the room until the last was removed. I felt my muscles in my cunt try to clench in reaction but they were stretched to slackness and would not. I said them I would go to my bedroom to put on some clothes. When I came back, both men were sitting on the sofa, legs apart rubbing their crotches through their pants. “What are you doing, lads? You were supposed to be here after eight o´clock”. I said. Samuel replied: ‘Yeah, Ana, but we thought we would come early and see if we could get lucky.’ Then he put his pants down his thighs, showing me his huge erection . He had a very beautiful light brown thing with uncut foreskin, eight inches. " I sighed rolling out of bed. "Mind if I shower first so Ican get going?" Go right a head," she said with a little giggle. "Give me another 10minutes lay in." You naughty girl you." I chuckled on my way out of the room. I showeredand washed my hair quickly and had a quick shave. As I returned to thebedroom Sam was getting up. "All yours." Thank you baby," she said as she shuffled out the room.I dressed in whatever was easiest to find and dried off my hair as much asI could before tying it back.