You vent.

"Look! You're talking about me as if I'm not even here! Don't I get any sort of say in this?"

Jo and April look at you in stunned silence. Finally, April speaks.

"You're right, John. I'm sorry. We're not being entirely fair on you here."

Jo nods in agreement "April, how about we let John have a stake in our bet? Tell you what, John, if I win, I get you for a month as my little fuck ****. However, if I can't get you hard, then you can name your price."

April grins. "Ooh, I LIKE that idea! How about it, sweetie? Provided my whore of a mother can't make you hard, you get to choose anything you want. Just name it, and we'll make it happen. And when I say anything," she coos, "I mean ANYTHING."

You are somewhat taken aback. When you'd had your little outburst, it was more to stop the bet from happening at all. However, all of a sudden the bet was far more tempting...