The morning after

You awaken in Amy's bed. Opening your eyes, you find the room bathed the light of mid-morning. As you rub the sleep from you eyes, you feel the dried semen on your lips, cheeks, and in your hair. Surveying your surroundings, the girls are nowhere to be found.

Completely naked aside from your cage, you survey the room for something to wear. The articles which littered the floor late last night seem to have been removed while you slept. You grab a silken robe from the closet, hoping Amy wouldn't mind.

Cracking the door open and stepping into the hallway, you hear two female voices coming from downstairs, the faintest scent of coffee first reaching you as you descend onto the staircase.

Both girls greet you cheerily as you enter the dining room, the two sit across from each other apparently chatting whilst sipping from their mugs.

"Morning Doug," said Amy.

"Good morning baby", followed Ashley.

"Good morning" you replied sedately, not yet fully awake.

"Your boyfriend looks a bit of a mess," Amy said to her sister.

"Well, whose fault is that?" Ashley responded jokingly. "Let's get you in the shower."

Finishing her coffee, Ashley stood from the table and began to lead you back upstairs. "We can use the master bath, its real nice."

The girls' parents bathroom was spacious and ornate, well-lit and covered with beautiful tile flooring, tile backsplash, and a nice looking counter top, perhaps marble or travertine.

Ashley took care of everything, activating the heated flooring, grabbing some fresh towels, and turning on the shower and adjusting the water temperature. Once finished she removed your robe and lead you into the shower, removing her own morning attire before following.

The rainfall-style shower douses you with a torrent of slightly-too-warm water, bringing you quickly to your senses. You turn around to face Ashley as she steps into the shower after you.

"What do you say we get you nice and clean, baby?" she grabs an exfoliating sponge and begins to slather it in fruity-smelling body wash.

"You aren't mad about last night, are you?" you ask Ashley, frowning.

"Mad, why would I be mad?"

"Well I wasn't sure if you were going to be okay with Amy and I having sex and..." you begin to explain your thought process.

"You didn't have sex Doug, she fucked you, and its fine I was there the whole time, no big thing, okay?" Ashley begins soaping up the front of your chest and down to your abs as she speaks.

"Right. I'm glad then," you say. Ashley leans in and gives you a gentle kiss as she reaches around and begins to soap up your back.

"You had fun right baby?" she asks, her breasts now touching your chest as she thoroughly cleans your lower back and butt.

"Um, yeah. Yeah of course."

Ashley crouches down and begins to soap your legs, down one leg from thigh to foot, and then back up the other.

Looking to your crotch she asks "Should we get this little guy clean? I think we oughta."

Ashley steps out from under the artificial rain and allows some water to run off her beautiful body before stepping out of the shower. In a few moments she has retrieved the key from wherever she had stashed it and is kneeling in front of you, key in hand.