If it'll buy their silence...

I groan. "Fine, if it'll buy your silence."

Amy and Natasha squeal in delight at what I'm about to do, while Emma's blue eyes remain locked on my hand-covered groin. Her hands are covering her mouth in a gasp and her pale, freckled face is bright red.

Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I slowly move my hands away from my crotch and place them on my knees, steeling myself for all the comments at my flaccid little manhood between my legs.

"Oh, it's so tiny! It's adorable!" Natasha squeals.

"It's like a little baby's dick! He's like a girl!" Amy howls, slapping her knee with laughter.

My face burns, but I'm surprised to hear a soft voice ring through the two girls' laughter.

"I like them that size... Besides, I'm sure he's a lot bigger when he's hard..." What? She likes them my size? Is that a lie, or...?

Amy and Natasha both stop their laughter like a record scratch at Emma's defense. They share a glance, then Amy grins mischievously. "Wanna test that, Emma?"

"What?" the blond squeaks.

"Get him hard. Prove it!" Amy goads.

"B-But, I-"

"Tell you what, Ems," Natasha cuts in, sounding eerily like a cutthroat businessman. "I'll make ya a deal. If you can get George hard and he's a serious grower, I'll help unlock the laundry room so he can get dressed."

Her eyes light up at the possibility of saving me, though I can't imagine why. Shouldn't she be enjoying this with her two friends? Though that spark of interest dies as fast as it comes.

"How am I supposed to make him hard?" the blonde asks.

"Pffft! Girl, do you have any game? Just play with his cock. Or hell, if you don't want to touch him, take your top off and jiggle those funbags for him!" Natasha chides. "He's a man. It'll be easy."

Emma turns her head and looks up at me. I give her a pleading look. If she can help me out of this, hell, I think I'd owe her for life... But being given an erection in front of them?