"Woah, hold on, ladies! We just got back here, you know." Tristan called out, pulling his shirt to reveal his bare chest.
Lyla grinned, looking toward her sister who shared the same expression. "Yeah, but it's been a long day, and Master has been working so hard lately. Let us take care of him for a bit..."
"...before any more fucking distractions happen." Lily finished, nodding in agreement.
Tristan shrugged, "Whatever you want, ladies, but we are out of prying eyes, you don't need to refer to me as Master."
"It adds to the thrill," Lily replied, a mischievous look on her face. "You don't mind if we constantly switch from Tristan to Master, do you?"
Tristan shook his head, "not at all. I do enjoy being referred to as 'Master', and I'm glad that you two feel the same way."
Lily and Lyla grinned, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. They wasted no time, pushing him down onto the bed and climbing atop him.
"Let me have the first try with him," Lily pleaded, looking at Lyla.