He chuckled softly. "I swear, you'd think you'd both just been given death sentences rather than to be committed to living a year in an extravagent penthouse with everything you could ever want, as long as you fuck on demand. Some people would probably be quite thankful to have such a life." He reached one hand over to brush along Ever's face, as she was the first to arrive on the couch, before his hand slid down and back to unfasten her bra, sliding it off of her shoulders, tossing it aside. "When a man says strip, he means the whole kit, not just the window dressing." His fingertips came around to brush against one of her nipples, strumming it just a little bit with a sly smile as he saw Sarah eventually rise from her feet and remove her dress. It was clear who was going to take the stronger hand here. "That means you also, Sarah."<br/><br/>"You really should relax. As long as you're good little bad girls, there's nothing to be worried about." He brought his hand up to Sarah's face and leaned in, pressing a firm kiss against her lips, not giving her room to pull away, before his lips parted from hers while his hands moved to unfasten her bra as well.<br/><br/>"I think we both know how the two of you should start," he said, moving to unfasten the belt of his slacks, before unbuttoning and unzipping them, but doing no more, as he took one of each of his hands and placed it on each of their necks, pulling their heads down towards his lap.