“If you weren’t so damn hot,” she muttered under her breath.Standing by the foot of the bed, Amita giggled nervously as her topless roommate snu...ggled up to me. Erica possessively laid her arm over my torso, and then the bed sank down a little as Amita laid down on my other side. I was suddenly grateful both girls were petite, because the full-size bed would’ve been a tight fit otherwise.I was lying on my side facing Erica when Amita snaked her arm around my waist from behind. Erica curled up to. I do remember thinking this had to all be some kind of silly joke, my dad couldnt be dead he was big and strong and my mum was too beautiful to die, they was young and good. Good people dont die young! I kept asking where they were and when they would come see me. It wasnt until the doctor came round and explained that I started to realise it wasnt a joke, this was real and I started wondering what was going to happen now? After a few days a lady came to the hospital to talk to me. She asked. ”“Doesn’t that sound reasonable, sweetheart?” asked her mother, Betty. “That way, you won’t have to worry about whether you are here as our daughter or our slave.”“Yes, Mother,” Kathleen replied. “I suppose so.”“Well, I think it’s very reasonable,” Betty continued. “And it’s very considerate of Marge to worry about you like that. She must be a wonderful mistress.”“She’s hot, too,” piped up Brett who had met Marge many times when he visited his sister. “And Mandy’s hot too.” Brett was three. It drove me nearly insane.Even though my cock was still numb from the ice, it grew as hard as itcould and hurt like hell.Then Lesley stopped. She went to the medecine cabinet and retrieved atub of vaseline. Uh oh. I knew what she would do. My cock shrunk andmy nervous asshole twitched even more. The dollop of vaseline felt niceand cool on my butthole, but I knew what would come next."Ouch!" I yelled as Lesley inserted her finger."Ouch!" I yelled again as she twisted my balls."You are such.