Sylvan lies Artair down on his belly, giving his bare belly a tickle before tying him in firmly, pulling the strap over his crotch tightly so it can start teasing him immediately. Lifting the harness, he fastens it to his upper jaw, leaving Artair pressed against the roof of his mouth and hanging over his throat.<br/><br/>"Well in that case, I'm all for it!" Stacey cried happily. Clara squealed with joy and leant over to kiss Nicole's belly where Stacey's head would be, her smile wide at the thought of them all being together.