It wasn't. A team of Oompa Loompas, all in matching white dresses stood attentively behind Ms Wonka, as if waiting for her orders. "Our guest is here,... said Ms Wonka to her staff "sit her down and begin with the next stage."I tried to resist but was too weak. The Oompa Loompas strapped me into a kind of barbers chair, that secured my wrists and ankles. When this was done, they began wheeling trolleys containing strange looking equipment over to me. Ms Wonka came over to lean on the chairs. I'm definitely going to start going to church again. After a few more minutes I slowly made my way back to the bed. It felt strange the way these boobs pulled, and swayed back and forth. I couldn't imagine what it would be like with out a bra to keep them somewhat in place. As I crawled under the covers, my mind swam with this new information. I had actually agreed to all this. It wasn't a bad dream, it was real.I tried to get some more sleep, but I couldn't. I'd been out too long. I was awake. I went to my backroom and got the small pair of binoculars. I was able to sit near to the window and look into the room. It was a woman he was with but I couldn’t make out what they were doing, but they were both still dressed. I sat watching for about 10 minutes and they then started to kiss. The anticipation that something was going to happen was great and I was starting to get hard. They were soon lying on the bed kissing and this went on for a good 10 minutes. Then the guy stood up and. He tries to talk but nothing comes out "this isjust a special gas I had some business partners make me it will mute youfor a while and your vocal cord will be altered while it like that" hecontinues saying "the next time you speak it will be a slutty highpitched voice", just sitting there motionless not knowing how to respondSpencer is feeling his body get all aroused and hot."I heard you saw your mother Amber or as she's called her Cumber beinga naught slut as I ordered" ...." not that I.